De la Jeune Dame Qui A Vieil Mary

In Languishing and grievous sorrow
Lives my weary heart, once full of joy,
Since I was given old husband.
Alas, why? He knows nothing of the old art
Taught by Venus, the love goddess.

By a desire to show my prowess
Often I request from him. But he asks: “Where is it? ”
or sleeps (maybe), and my heart is sleepless and lonely

Then when I want to cheat on him,
Shame tells me “Stop, my girl, stop,
Guard thee well, to honor take respect. ”
Then I answer, “Shame, go away:
I do not want to lose my youth in
Languishing. “

*Photo taken at Vodka Mariette x IVY Soirée in New York, NY