Words for Music — Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop
| I met the Bishop on the road |
| And much said he and I. |
| ‘Those breasts are flat and fallen now, |
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veins must soon be dry; |
| Live in a heavenly mansion, |
| Not in some foul sty.’ |
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| ‘Fair and foul are near of kin, |
| And fair needs foul,’ I cried. |
| ‘My friends are gone, but that’s a truth |
| Nor grave nor bed denied, |
| Learned
in bodily lowliness |
| And in the heart’s pride. |
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| ‘A woman can be proud and stiff |
| When on love intent; |
| But
Love has pitched his mansion in |
| The place of excrement; |
| For nothing can be sole or whole |
| That has not
been rent.’ |