Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop

I met the Bishop on the road
     And much said he and I.
     ‘Those breasts are flat and fallen now，
     Those veins must soon be dry；
     Live in a heavenly mansion，
     Not in some foul sty.‘
     ‘Fair and foul are near of kin，
     And fair needs foul，‘ I cried.
     ‘My friends are gone， but that’s a truth
     Nor grave nor bed denied，
     Learned in bodily lowliness
     And in the heart‘s pride.
     ‘A woman can be proud and stiff
     When on love intent；
     But Love has pitched his mansion in
     The place of excrement；
     For nothing can be sole or whole
     That has not been rent.‘