UNPLUG THE VEGETABLES From fairest creatures we desire increase for when we smelle that burgeoning bud and our extremities do charge with bludde, we groan HOORAY for ripe surcease; But thou that art contracted to a wraith, a scroll of arid flesh whereon we write not poetry, but old polemic spite to fill the secret cavity of faith, From thee we nothing further shall desire unless upon the midnight (with no pain) to cease, like a bird, a breeze, a thought profane. Be not so fond, dear heart, as not to expire. All are idiots who more fear death than meat upon the table drawing breath.
Unplug the Vegetables.
Crofts, Thomas
UNPLUG THE VEGETABLES From fairest creatures we desire increase for when we smelle that burgeoning bud and our extremities do charge with bludde, we groan HOORAY for ripe surcease; But thou that art contracted to a wraith, a scroll of arid flesh whereon we write not poetry, but old polemic spite to fill the secret cavity of faith, From thee we nothing further shall desire unless upon the midnight (with no pain) to cease, like a bird, a breeze, a thought profane. Be not so fond, dear heart, as not to expire. All are idiots who more fear death than meat upon the table drawing breath.