What bleeds a bond of unity by nature’s blood;
Is’t loyalty deserv’d of those from nature’s flood?
Am I to love someone who ne’er reveals
Their love like those of whom I’ve made contract
Of soul and heart and love and spirit’s zeal,
As if the blood is destiny to so compact
In bludgeoned, feigned affection none do feel?
‘Tis more of benefit to kiss the ground
And jest as if to known of all its years;
Disgusting! Blood is arbitrary to the sound
Of gentle words bespoken true with fervored tears
That those born with my blood could ne’er rebound.
Reject I do this filial design
That puts a rank on what’s beyond its line.