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Now and Then
Uxorious the Duke. While Angelo
nevermore touched poor Mariana’s skin,
nun Isabella, curdling from the sin,
was pawed and paddled night and day; and (though
hating herself and it) yet learned the taste
of pleasure, found in her bewildered heart
the instincts (as she judged them) of a tart,
a craving to be had by… well, you’ve guessed.
His lust, once lit, burned on. So, did they find
relief? No. His fastidiousness could not
endure the image of her marriage-bed
any more than his own; and though not blind
to her desire, was shocked by it. He sought
the pox at Mistress Overdone’s instead.