And write about it, goddess, and about it.

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249.

To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,

Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301.

Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,

And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311.

Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318.