'Neither Adam nor Eve were without blemish --
   No one is perfect, of lust be not squeamish.
   With every breath in every single part
   There is a fine loving art,--
   There is a thing all want, since each have a heart.
   Lovers speak, behave, and act
   just as lovers ought:
   We each have faults, we each are subject to unkind
   thoughts.
   Men and women --carry on an equal endeavour,
   are content to dwell in decencies for ever.
   Let us be reasonable, we can be moved,
   We can drop the impossible, remember someone we
   loved;
   when children cuddle upon a mother's breast,
   When kitty fingers flutter on a husband's chest;
   Strangers, old and friendless frown,
   Hate to rest, and dread to be alone,--
   Court the public, adore the eye,
   And provide a service--before they die.
   Bees and snakes are adorable
   to their mates
Instinct, like mother love,
   guides their fates.
   Old men and old women their sex defend,
   'Tis half their age's pleasure to pretend.
   Ashamed to own they gave
   more delight before,
   Reduced to feigning it,
   when they give no more:
   Yet dear lady, the ghosts of beauty glide
   And haunt the places
   where virtues still abide.
   See how time it's veterans rewards
   A youth of frolics, an old age of angles and bards!!
   Honey yet to catch the fly, art still to win the MEN!
   A sunshine lover, never without a friend!
   A monument to passion: once it was, now it's not?
   A life rearing and endearing,
   reliving times never forgot!
   Roses in the eyes, roses in the heart,
   and Aphordite
   hither and thither and in every part!!!!!!!!!!!!
  :))))

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