"He kisses, and believes he's kissed again; Seizes, and 'twixt his arms his love doth strain, And thinks the polish'd ivory thus held Doth to his fingers amorous pressure yield, And has a timorous fear, lest black and blue Should in the parts with ardour press'd ensue."
Endroit: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2814 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.