In native truth be always shewn,
Lest, in disguise, you should be known.

King George the First, as Authors write,
In masquerades took great delight;
For midnight pleasures hither came,
And sent his eye in quest of game.
Beheld a figure 'mongst the rest
With prominence about the breast;
Concluding, though he saw no face,
'A lady must be in the case.'

Urg'd by desire his fingers move,
And press the tempting seat of love;
While smiles conceal'd approach his face--
'Dis, I tink, Madam, von soft place.'
'I know one softer, Sir,' she said.
'Ah vere it is?'--'in the King's head!'