Such disorders to end,
And from the ripe vineyards such labourers send;
Or build up the seats, that the beauties may see
The face of no brawny pretender but me.
V.
The princess, by rude importunities pressed,
Though she laughed at his reasons, allowed his request;
And now Britain's nymphs, in Protestant reign,
Are locked up at prayers like the virgins in Spain;
And all are undone,