Then mark him welt’ring in his nasty sty,
Bare his lewd transports to the public eye.
Not his the love in silent groves that strays,
Quits the rude world, and shuns the vulgar gaze.
In Lodoiska’s full possession blest,
One craving void still aches within his breast;
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Plunged in the filth and fondness of her arms,
Not to himself alone he stints her charms;
Clasp’d in each other’s foul embrace they lie,