IV.
My self had try’d to set him free,
Rather than brought the News:
But I am so abhorr’d by thee,
That ev’n thy Darling’s Life from me,
I know thou wou’dst refuse.
V.
Struck with the News, as quick she flies
As Blushes to her Face:
Not the bright Lightning from the Skies,
Nor Love, shot from her brighter Eyes,
Move half so swift a pace.
VI.
This Plot, it seems, the lustful Slave
Had laid against her Honour:
Which not one God took care to save,
For he persues her to the Cave,
And throws himself upon her.
VII.
Now pierced is her Virgin Zone,
She feels the Foe within it;
She hears a broken amorous Groan,
The panting Lover’s fainting Moan,
Just in the happy Minute.
VIII.
Frighted she wakes, and waking sighs,
Nature thus kindly eas’d,
In Dreams rais’d by her murm’ring Pigs,
And her own Th—b between her L—gs,
She’s innocently pleas’d.