By John Donne
First she was silly and knew not what he ment.
vertue, by his touches, chaft and spent,
Succeeds an itchie warmth, that
melts her quite;
She knew not first, nowe cares not what he doth,
And willing halfe and more, more than halfe loth,
She neither puls
nor pushes, but outright
Now cries, and now repents; when
Her brother, enterd, and a great stone threw
After the Ape, who, thus prevented, flew.
This house thus
batter'd downe, the Soule possest a new.