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