But if you must (as what worme can abstaine?)
Taste of her tender body, yet refraine
With your disordered eatings to deface her,
And feed yourselves so as you most may grace her.
First through her eartippes, see you work a paire
Of holes, which, as the moyst enclosed ayre [air]
Turnes into water, may the cold droppes take,
And in her eares a payre of jewels make.
That done, upon her bosome make your feaste,
Where on a crosse carve Jesus in her brest.