Oh no, the idolater finds the idol still,
Though there be pyramids to dazzle him,
And paintings of high art along the wall,
Still there is left the goddess young and slim,
Her lips still breathe, her breasts still rise and fall,—
He kills himself, if her he tries to kill.
4.
But these my friends like other men do eat,
And sleep, and spend most merrily their while
Upon this lily-earth; their hours beguile