The Batman

Now, pat, be off and don't be late.
Three herrings buy at Billingsgate
And then some sprats — say, half a score —
And prawns — he'll count them — twenty-four.
The florist's shop is on your way
So don't forget a big bouquet.
And while you're there you might invite
My darling Belle to come to-night.

The Wanton

I know the truth. All false the oaths you swore.
Never shall lying lips deceive me more.
O perjured wanton, this your quiet sleep
And these the lonely vigils that you keep!
Has your fair Cleon? — Ah, but threats are vain:
Begone, base creature, nor return again,
But no: that were indeed your game to play:
You'd fly to meet him. Here a prisoner stay.

Discovery

I know you, wanton: prayers will not avail:
Those scented locks tell all too plain a tale,
Your eyes with watching red, those perfumes wet,
That garland still upon your tresses set.
See how your curls in wild confusion twine,
How all your limbs are still bemused with wine.
Go, common wench, whither the loud harps call
And castanets from clattering fingers fall.

Antigoni

Her breast she laid upon my breast,
My bosom on her bosom pressed;
And as I took her lips to mine
I felt her arms about me twine.
The rest is silence. None could see,
Except our lamp, love's mystery.

The Modern Europa

My miss Europa is an Attic maid;
A crown's her price, nor need you be afraid;
No one is there to trouble your repose,
And all you ask right willingly she does.
Her room is clean; in winter there's a fire;
Dear Zeus, what more could any bull desire?

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