XXVII.

I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse

The Tyrant's[341] wish, "that Mankind only had

One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:"

My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,[GT]And much more tender on the whole than fierce;

It being (not now, but only while a lad)

That Womankind had but one rosy mouth,[GU]To kiss them all at once from North to South.

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