"Enter, in lieu, the penitential pound:
Exchange the gauds of pomp for ashes, dust!
Leave each mollitious haunt of luxury!
The golden-garnished silken-couched alcove,
The many-columned terrace that so tempts
Feminine soul put foot forth, extend ear
To fluttering joy of lover's serenade,—
Leave these for cellular seclusion! mask
And dance no more, but fast and pray! avaunt—
Be burned, thy wicked townsman's sonnet-book!