Of myrtle, shape it like a butcher's skewer,
And prop them open, set her on the bit
Day after day, when out of sight, till use
Grows second nature, and the pearly row,
Will she or will she not, perforce appears. —Cumberland.
Epicrates. (Book xiii. § 26, p. 911.)
Alas for Laïs!
A slut, a wine-bibber—her only care
Is to supply the cravings of the day,