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Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust, / You shall be bowed and brought to bed with me .
While the blood roars, or when the blood is rust
About a broken engine, this shall be.
If not today, then later; if not here
On the green grass, with sighing and delight, / Then under it, all in good time, my dear, / We shall be laid together in the night.
And ruder and more violent, be assured, / Than the desirous body's heat and sweat
That shameful kiss by more than night obscured
Wherewith at length the scornfullest mouth is met .
Life has no friend; her converts late or soon
Slide back to feed the dragon with the moon .