Then to the bed sweet Lisette flew—
’Twas heav’n to view her when she lay,
And hear her cry, Come to me, pray;
Oh, how I feel! Oh, how I pant! Oh, I shall die!—
Shall die before the break of day!
Soon Manhood rose with furious gust;
And Mars, when he lewd Venus view’d,
Ne’er felt his pow’r so closely screw’d
Up to the standing post of Lust:
But when the stranger to her sight