II.
Let the Porter, and the Groom,
Things design’d for dirty Slaves;
Drudge in fair Aurelia’s Womb,
To get Supplies for Age and Graves.
III.
Farewel, Woman, I intend,
Henceforth, ev’ry Night to sit
With my lewd well-natur’d Friend,
Drinking to engender Wit.
[A SONG.]
I.
To this moment a Rebel, I throw down my Arms,
Great Love, at first Sight of Olinda’s bright Charms:
Made proud, and secure by such Forces as these,
You may now play the Tyrant as soon as you please.