Much of beauty I see very click of the clock;
Yet, so do I lead a chaste life, and
None so beauteous could infect my heart
Wherein mothers wishing their offspring take of me;
But comes she, this glorious architecture,
Whose beauty radiates like the sun of the day,
And whose form with such angelic grace
Bewitched, arrested and sentenced my heart to desire
As I fix my eyes on the freshness of her countenance.
And my thoughts on her overwhelming and vigorous and young breasts
Whereupon discharged and acquitted I was from my life of chastity
Alas! My purity has wooed her fair pride;
My heart pulsating rapidly with what I feel—love.
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