This dangerous ill in the church to prevent:
O, Madam! quoth he, our religion is lost,
If the ladies thus ogle the knights of the toast.
II.
Your highness observes how I labour and sweat,
Their affections to raise, and new flames to beget;
And sure when I preach, all the world will agree,
That their ears and their eyes should be pointed on me:
But now I can't find,
One beauty so kind,