Now my belly is as noble as my heart.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
Whence had they come, The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?
Great with child, and longing… for stewed prunes.
Who in the lusty stealth of nature take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops.
