Fie on sinful fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire
Kindled with unchaste desire

Fed in heart, whose flames aspire
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about
Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out