Short and dirty, is all the fun of it;
And done, it's done with, and it's done to death.
Blind beasts in rut thrust on the direct way,
But not so, love, with us. Want
Sickens, and dies at last another death.

But so, like this, lying down with you here,
And kissing for an everlasting Sunday,
No labour, and no shaming: only this
Pleased, pleases, long to pleasure,
So not to end, commencing constantly.