Her Nakedness I have possest;
And by the last I am distrest,
By the Embraces of her Arms.
What can we Mortals say of Love?
Why? ’Tis the Pleasure of the Gods above:
But then, if Cl-ps proceed from Love,
How hot are all the Gods and Goddesses above!
A fine Reward, for Love for Love!
Underwritten.
Avoid the Thunder-Cl‑ps, and After-Cl‑ps, says Jove.