Adultery — Ad Absurdum

I saw a little burnished fly
Within my mistress' bodice lie,
Sipping lovely stolen sweets
From her ample rosy teats.

" Small adulterer," said I,
" Dost thou know where thou dost lie?
'Tis my lady's bosom fine!
And thou dost sip what is not thine"
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