When Lot from his detested country fled,

Who was’t the heavenly mandate disobey’d,

And to the city turned her daring head?

A Woman.

Who was’t, with naked and resistless charms,

Rais’d in King David’s bosom wild alarms,

And clasp’d the monarch in adultrous arms?

A Woman.

Who was’t inflam’d King Ahab’s lurking vice,

His thirst of blood, his grasping avarice,