That Parisot’s postures had made him a rake,
That his old ’piscopari up frisky and fresh,
A translation had had to the lust of the flesh.
But Parisot sets up a scriptural plea,
For showing what B⸺s would willingly see!
She proves that King David—(libidinous spark,)
Danc’d naked to all sorts of tunes ’fore the ark;
And when Michal, Saul’s daughter, saw Majesty’s part,
From her window, (’tis said) it revolted her heart;
Tho’ she frown’d at the Monarch, she smil’d at the farce,