Give me the plumpVenetian, fat, and lusty, That meets me soft and supple, smiles upon me As if a cup of full wine leaped to kiss me.
I wanted your soft verges But you gave me the hard shoulder.
To rest, the cushion and soft Dean invite, Who never mentions Hell to ears polite.
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as other men have said, That you'll remember. For you need not so. Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
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