Unmask your lust, and vent each warm desire;Throw off affected coyness, and removeThe bold intruder between thee and love:Talk not of honour, lay that toy aside,In men 'tis folly, and in women pride;There without blushes you may naked lie,Clasping his body with your tender thigh;Shoot your moist dart into his mouth, to showThe sense you have of what he acts below;Try all the ways, your pliant bodies twine,In folds more strange than those of Aretine:With melting looks fierce joys you may excite,And with thick dying accents urge delight.But when you're dress'd, then look as innocentAs if you knew not what such matters meant;Cozen the prying town, and put a cheatOn it and me, I'll favour the deceit.False as thou art, why must I daily seeTh' intriguing billet-doux he sends to thee ?The wanton sonnet, or soft elegy ?