Girl, who loves with Juliet’s first kiss,
Who, a virgin, has Venus on her lips,
Come forth, beauty to match Helen of Troy,
Leave crazy Heathcliff when just a boy,
Step into the dignity of Guinevere,
Give to men that which Arthur should fear.
But take not your share of virtue when,
Passionate throws give to Helen ten
Thousand ships that travel on the wake
Of the poison ruined Romeo must take,
And with haste Guinevere will leave,
Afresh with winters warm blood breeze.
In Sparta Paris saw nothing, no shadow amiss,
When it was he who shared Juliet’s first kiss.
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