Crazy Jane Talks With the Bishop

I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I
"Those breasts are flat and fallen now
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion
Not in some foul sty."

"Fair and foul are near of kin
And fair needs foul," I cried
"My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride

"A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent."