XXIX

Dessus le Coeur vouloit seul maistriser
L'aveugle Archier, qui des dieux est le maistre:
Le Parque aussi le vault seigneuriser,
Qui des humains se dit seule dame estre.
Mais sur ce poinct, qu'on le met en sequester,
Ma Dame acoup s'en saisit par cautelle.
Tu ne decoys, dit il, ces deux cy, Belle,
Mais moy: car mort m'eust faict paix recevoir,
Amour victoire: & soubz ta main cruelle
Ne puys mercy, tant soit petite, avoir.

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You talk of sweat sung onto black leather
Leaking rot of spineless gut spilled
On your darkest brim, the immaculate swim
Your very B must be in: sure, I'd buy it all

If any of it would ever survive the fall
into our urgent lack of you. That is. But still
none of us that are thus lacking you, have
ever seen the sin of human exploitation

going deeper into going deeper into going
down the deepest shit that you are in.