And lovely must these Potent Shadows bloom
To whose Foreign Masklettes we must Remind
That Forceps - or whatever clasps the Gloom
'Tis better to Uplift and Throw behind
So I Noticed of Numb Silences fill,
Be Favoured versus the Pursuit of Wrath
For whose Grapes the Wrinkled Author did spill
And cause those Trenches quake on my behalf
Lessons pile Lessons more. And then by tripe
Sort from which Squares and Sly Spheres do Predict
Which Way is turned; Or Algorithms bite
Bend Points and Sinuses by Derelict.
Still those Shadows stand; As induced by so
Which of your Sexes be the first to go.