And much said he and I.
Those breasts are flat and fallen now，
Those veins2 must soon be dry；
Live in a heavenly mansion3，
Not in some foul4 sty.
Fair and foul are near of kin5，
And fair needs foul， I cried.
My friends are gone， but thats a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied，
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the hearts pride.
A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent；
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement6；
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.