Ever as honey as you can be,
Yet you have this hold firm over me;
A sin sugary to be with you,
You to me I so hunger to glue.
Of you, I have held on tight to dump
Very right to the uttermost slump,
The hard to arrest enticing thought
With the obscured poison that is wrought
With imputes of pleasance set to bust
Our reputes into inglorious dust.
In amour's flamings should we smother,
When your spliced ring is for the other?
If that we are to administer;
To heights of troubles us it will spur.
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