Then let Ausonia, skill’d in ev’ry art
To soften manners, but corrupt the heart,
Pour her exotic follies o’er the town,
To sanction Vice and hunt Decorum down:
Let wedded strumpets languish o’er Deshayes,
And bless the promise which his form displays;
While Gayton bounds before the enraptured looks
Of hoary marquises and stripling dukes:
Let high-born lechers eye the lively Presle
Twirl her light limbs that spurn the needless veil;