The nimble waiters to that sound from far
Sprang to the call, then hasteri’d to the bar,
Where a glad priestess of the temple sway’d,
The most obedient, and the most obey’d;
Rosy and round, adorn’d in crimson vest,
And flaming ribands at her ample breast:
She, skill’d like Circe, tried her guests to move,
With looks of welcome and with words of love;
And such her potent charms, that men unwise
Were soon transform’d and fitted for the sties.