I’LL PUT A GIRDLE ROUND ABOUT THE EARTH IN FORTY MINUTES.
AND THE IMPERIAL VOTARESS PASSED ON,
IN MAIDEN MEDITATION, FANCY FREE.
YET MARK’D I WHERE THE BOLT OF CUPID FELL:
IT FELL UPON A LITTLE WESTERN FLOWER,
BEFORE MILK-WHITE, NOW PURPLE WITH LOVE’S WOUND,
AND MAIDENS CALL IT, LOVE-IN-IDLENESS.
