I loved a girl who spoke not of my wit
That knows the air of perfect to dismiss
Lesser blessed boys broken with a kiss
Inviting what the **** about is it
Him that erects the ****** of our ***
Like cold whether to **** so well as this
Other way to flaunt the heavenly bliss
Than fathers of the Holy see that ****-
Too near or far from love of what I writ
In ages hence between the Lord and his
Am that am beloved in that amiss
With those that follow falsley a profit
For being only there the lamb that is
Reaping as he sowed in the kingdom bit.