XXVII.

I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse The Tyrant's[341] wish, "that Mankind only had One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:" My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,[gt] And much more tender on the whole than fierce; It being (not _now_, but only while a lad) That Womankind had but one rosy mouth,[gu] To kiss them all at once from North to South.