For why —— amongst those Dons, ’tis said,
’Tis a certain Sign of a Male Maidenhead.
In a Window of a certain Lady of Pleasure’s Lodgings in Bow-Street.
When with Phillis toying,
Eager for enjoying,
What Muse can say
How sweet our Play,
What Numbers tell
The Joys we feel?
Happy Lovers only know