A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne by John Donne

Look man
you must love her all you can
if not what is love
other than a second hand?

Ahh you say her
heart is stone
you don’t know what I would
do if I could but throw

Shameful chastity
brings me down
I desire to smile not frown
she can be the pie
i’ll be the clown

How you kill me
with mirth
go forth
consume her hearth

Breathe in for all its worth
the world’s greatest
fragrance
is

Dove-bar unbeknownst
carnal bliss