II

Your quick words evoke me;
In calling down the one whom I would long to protect
From your profanity.

No rich words nor carnal innuendo these which stir
My heart and provoke me;
But palling jibes and sickening things. Yet who would such expect
Of your insanity?

I can but pray some heavy mist your senses does impair;
For else, sick vanity
Is all could make your parlance ever unforgivably direct.

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