Internal Angles equal at the base;
Again she doubts him: but produced at will,
She sees th' external Angles equal still.
Say, blest Isosceles! what favouring power,
Or love, or chance, at night's auspicious hour,
While to the Asses'-Bridge entranced you stray'd,
Led to the Asses'-Bridge th' enamour'd maid?—
The Asses'-Bridge, for ages doom'd to hear
The deafening surge assault his wooden ear,
With joy repeats sweet sounds of mutual bliss,