Can nothing ravish, but a golden shower?
Can cards alone your glowing fancy seize;
Must Cupid learn to punt, ere he can please?
When you're enamour'd of a lift or cast,
What can the preacher more, to make us chaste?
Why must strong youths unmarried pine away?
They find no woman disengag'd——from play.
Why pine the married—O severer fate!
They find from play no disengag'd—estate.
Flavia, at lovers false, untouch'd and hard,