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2.36: "Nature, That Washed Her Hands in Milk"

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    (Published in 1902)

    Nature, that washed her hands in milk,

    And had forgot to dry them,

    Instead of earth took snow and silk,

    At love’s request to try them,

    If she a mistress could compose

    To please love’s fancy out of those.

    Her eyes he would should be of light,

    A violet breath, and lips of jelly;

    Her hair not black, nor overbright,

    And of the softest down her belly;

    As for her inside he’d have it

    Only of wantonness and wit.

    At love’s entreaty such a one

    Nature made, but with her beauty

    She hath framed a heart of stone;

    So as love, by ill destiny,

    Must die for her whom nature gave him,

    Because her darling would not save him.

    But time (which nature doth despise,

    And rudely gives her love the lie,

    Makes hope a fool, and sorrow wise)

    His hands do neither wash nor dry;

    But being made of steel and rust,

    Turns snow and silk and milk to dust.

    The light, the belly, lips, and breath,

    He dims, discolors, and destroys;

    With those he feeds but fills not death,

    Which sometimes were the food of joys.

    Yea, time doth dull each lively wit,

    And dries all wantonness with it.

    Oh, cruel time! which takes in trust

    Our youth, our joys, and all we have,

    And pays us but with age and dust;

    Who in the dark and silent grave

    When we have wandered all our ways

    Shuts up the story of our days.

    This page titled 2.36: "Nature, That Washed Her Hands in Milk" is shared under a not declared license and was authored, remixed, and/or curated by Bonnie J. Robinson & Laura Getty (University of North Georgia Press) .

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