Shakespeare:
The moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands. *
I:
The waxing moon removes the mystery of the woman,
Illuminating the girl in full passions;
Wet with desire;
Her haystack on fire. **
Her man of the sea,
Older though he maybe,
Ripples made edifice,
By the scent of her billowing obsession.
*Hamlet, Act 1 scene 1
**Lady Chatterley’s Lover; D.H. Lawrence
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