Alas, poor Greekster! I knew him, Roger Melon: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
attempted the bare back back door a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here in pictures hung those hips he kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to your lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her take an inch thick and deep at least, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. ~ with apologies to willie the shake.
Good luck Greekster