She sees the mutual passion’s flame confessed:
Where’er he moves, she sees his tall limbs trace
Internal Angles[[244]] equal at the base;
Again she doubts him: but produced at will,
She sees th’ external Angles equal still.
Say, blest Isosceles! what favouring power,
Or love, or chance, at night’s auspicious hour,
While to the Asses-Bridge[[245]] entranced you strayed,
Led to the Asses-Bridge the enamoured maid?—
The Asses-Bridge, for ages doomed to hear