Young Cloe, frolicksome and gay,
Was reading, once upon a Day,
How Jove, as Ovid's Lines record
(And Ladies will take Ovid's Word)
Us'd to descend in borrow'd Shapes,
And sport in Cuckoldoms and Rapes.
Delightful Stories!--as she read,
A Maggot jump'd into her Head:
Thus to her self, ''Does Jove then mind,
'Us mortal Girls? Extremely kind!
'Now I'll be further, quoth the Dame,
''If this loose God be not the same,
''Dress'd in rich Velvet and Brocade,
''That won my Heart last Masquerade;
'Hold--let me think--it must be so,
'It could not be a common Beau.
''Lord! there was something so Divine--
''Well, hang it all, I'll not repine;
''For if his Godship likes the Sport,
''He'll never damn a Body for't.