"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."
Lugar: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2814 Licença: Public domain · Fonte O texto é dado como na edição, sem alterações.