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First Line: I cannot tell who loves the skeleton
Last Line: Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.
Subject(s): Prostitution; Harlots; Whores; Brothels


I cannot tell who loves the skeleton
Of a poor marmoset, naught but bone, bone.
Give me a nakedness with her clothes on.
Such whose white-satin upper coat of skin,
Cut upon velvet rich incarnadin,
Has yet a body (and of flesh) within.
Sure it is meant good husbandry in men,
Who so incorporate with aery lean,
To repair their sides, and get their rib again.
Hard hap unto that huntsman that decrees
Fat joys for all his sweat, whenas he sees,
After his 'say, naught but his keeper's fees.
Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.






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