Hollow-Hearted, Heart-Departed
Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!With lore ornamented entreating;Hollow hearted, heart-departed -Yet thou reapest the blooming rose -When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd
I do, in the blooming flower, pleasurefind!And me in the yesterday's bind?!Innocence is reserved for the meek:Of naught is my grasp ne'er to be!
Hah! - for thee even a hound holdeth the throne.Unwanted 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 vanished! - Be banished! -If ye deemest me not wroth.My hand hieth to unsheathe the swordLest thou dost totter -Whid along! - Wherefore irk my haughtiness?
No man... No man at all!,Wherefore bereaveBe it lord or beggarThe kine of the sward?Bereaveth my dignity!Wherefore holdest thou forMe such a quality scowl?Loom my darling sun -Bear the scarlet colour!