Lustihead

in those Tapets weren fashioned / Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate, / And all of loue, and all of lusty-hed [...].

1909, Francis Thompson, The Hound of Heaven In the rash lustihead of my young powers, / I shook the pillaring hours / And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears, / I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years— / My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.