Or gambol round the dame, who, loosely dress'd,
Woos the coy breeze, to fan the open breast.
She, once a handmaid, strove by decent art
To charm her sailor's eye and touch his heart;
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Her bosom then was veil'd in kerchief clean,
And fancy left to form the charms unseen.
But, when a wife, she lost her former care,
Nor thought on charms, nor time for dress could spare;
Careless she found her friends who dwelt beside;