Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!

With lore ornamentéd entreating;

Hollow heartéd, heart-departéd -

Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -

When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

-- I do in the blooming flower pleasure find!

And me in the yesterday's blind?!

-- Innocence is reserved for the meek:

-- Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!

Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.

Unwantéd child of mother! - Plague of plagues!

Father of leprous children.

I wield ye to stint this brawl!

Nigh is the ford - yet harken! - do not thwart!

Desirest thou to do it withal,

I shall cause thy body by one head too short!

sayest ye nay to my boon;

Then wilt thou from bloodshed swoon!

-- Err me not! - Must ye bethink my foolhardiness!

-- Be vanishéd! - Be banishéd! -

-- If ye deemest me not wroth.

-- My hand hieth to unsheathe the sword

-- Lest thou tost totter -

-- Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?

No man... No man at all!, -- Wherefore bereave

Be it lord or beggar -- The kine of the sward?

Bereaveth my dignity! -- Wherefore holdest thou for

-- Me such quailing scowl?

Loom my darling sun -

Bear the scarlet colour!