That Frailty prescribe Naturality's Noema Fair
Let no Noesis conscribe, to its nuptials, Care
Reality so Bitter, its Bacchus Remorse
Despair, as dish, dines on Divorce
Envoi-
Prince! Arundhati, the star, your bride said she saw
But weds her own Virtue & darkens the Law.
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