La Bella Bona Roba. To My Lady H. Ode Comments

This is NOT the poem entitled La bella bona roba quoted by Al Alvarez in his book The writer's voice. He quotes the first six lines: - I cannot tell who loves the skeleton Of a poor marmoset, naught but bone, bone, Give me a nakedness with her clothes on. Such whose white satin upper coat of skin, Cut upon velvet, rich incarnadin, Hath yet a body and of flesh within... I have never see this poem in its entirety (evidently fifteen lines.)