Disease is but the privy torch o’ Daith,
—But sex reveals life, faith!
I need them a’ and maun be aye at strife.
Daith and ayont are nocht but pairts o’ life.
—Then be life’s licht, my wife!...
Love often wuns free
In lust to be strangled,
Or love, o’ lust free,
In law’s sairly tangled.
And it’s ill to tell whether