0777 To those of mine. 0778 60 But virtue, as it never will be moved, 0779 Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, 0780 So, lust, though to a radiant angel linked, 0781 Will sate itself in a celestial bed 0782 And prey on garbage. 0783 65 But soft, methinks I scent the morning air. 0784 Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,Web