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
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