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.

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