Sonnet 3

Leave not behind the knowledge of thy wit When pleasure drinks a toast to flesh and vice A toast in pleasure that the day has writ Or consciousness of senses seasoned spice? Art thou content immoral in the day? Fond of the fetters pleasure has applied Or doth inner thought and reason convey Moving the mind from wrath that would divide For it is known that reasoning has trust To never judge a color or a shape Demanding not joy of convivial lust Enjoying not the fruit of frabjous rape High-ho! to thee with mind as shield and sword Defending festal serpents false reward