Whom ribs of horror all environ,
That's strung with wire instead of veins,
In whose embraces you're in chains,
Let a magnetic girl appear,
Straight he turns Cupid's cuirassier.
Love storms his lips, and takes the fortress in,
40For all the bristled turnpikes of his chin.
Since love's artillery then checks
The breastworks of the firmest sex,
Come, let us in affections riot;