The Oonoclast

From: Stewart Stansfield <stu_stansfield_at_EqRdicUzZuj5RCRgJBh7neBWDrbXVkM6_0Fcx_NQ62QZT64u445DKsdK1l6jJ>
Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 23:09:08 -0000


THE OONOCLAST What love-caught prince could fall so deep to bliss As thee, when thou didst goodly sense profane And slake thy thirst with lust's dark-counsell'd kiss. With she thine eyes were blind to glory's wane, Thy realm scour'd deep and cruel with trick'ry's stain; Thine heirs but broken shards abreast thy hilt, Thy hearth- and soul-fires quench'd with gold blood spilt.

--Wilm Waddlewit (fl. 1570s)            

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