For she yet had a taste for the arbor of life;
Cock-sure of a taste when she told the lewd tale
Of Parisot’s pranks, which prov’d piety frail,
To rouse thus the tail of a head of the c⸺h,
Were better than banging the bottom with Birch!
Now the B⸺p, in senate, his brethren met,
To discuss this affair, youthful morals beset,
He said, “the five daring Directors of France
“Smuggl’d treason in hornpipe and country-dance;”
But he told not their Lordships, for decency sake,