By All Loves Soft Yet Mighty Powers

 By all love's soft, yet mighty powers,
It is a thing unfit,
That men should fuck in time of flowers,
Or when the smock's beshit.


Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using paper still behind,
And sponges for before.


My spotless flames can ne'er decay,
If after every close,
My smoking prick escape the fray,
Without a bloody nose.


If thou would have me true, be wise,
And take to cleanly sinning,
None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise,
At Phyllis in foul linen.

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