"Adieu, unconstant love, to thy disport; Adieu, false mirth, and melodies too short; Adieu, faint-hearted instrument of lust, That falsely hath betrayed our equal trust.) Henceforth I will no more implore thine aid, Or thee for ever of Cowardice shall upraid: My little dildoe shall supply your kind, A youth that is as light as leaves in wind: He bendeth not, nor foldeth any deal, But stands as stiff as he were made of steel; (And plays at peacock twixt my legs right blithe And doeth my tickling swage with many a sigh;) And when I will, he doth refresh me well, And never makes my tender belly swell."