thy pleasures that unseal delight
remain untampered in their ways.
the way thy fingers dost invite
thy lovers over to amaze
the kindred smoothness of a thigh—
that simple lovers keep as gold
and place as Christ on spirits high
(which God himself could never mold
again without the Muses aid
and burdens from the angels’ spite
for they are ones who He had made
to be the boys’ desire and plight).