I met the Bishop on the road <br />And much said he and I. <br />'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, <br />Those veins must soon be dry; <br />Live in a heavenly mansion, <br />Not in some foul sty.' <br /> <br />'Fair and foul are near of kin, <br />And fair needs foul,' I cried. <br />'My friends are gone, but that's a truth <br />Nor grave nor bed denied, <br />Learned in bodily lowliness <br />And in the heart's pride. <br /> <br />'A woman can be proud and stiff <br />When on love intent; <br />But Love has pitched his mansion in <br />The place of excrement; <br />For nothing can be sole or whole <br />That has not been rent.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-jane-talks-with-the-bishop/
