I shall thrust in betwixt, and void of fearThe manifest adult'rer will appear.These things are plain to sight, but more I doubtWhat you conceal beneath your petticoat;Take not his leg between your tender thighs,Nor with your hand provoke my foe to rise.How many love inventions I deplore,Which I myself have practis'd all before !How oft have I been forc'd the robe to liftIn company; to make a homely shiftFor a bare bout, ill huddled o'er in haste,While o'er my side the fair her mantle cast!You to your husband shall not be so kind,But lest you should, your mantle leave behind.Encourage him to tope, but kiss him not,Nor mix one drop of water in his pot.If he be fuddled well, and snores apace,Then we may take advice from time and place.When all depart, while compliments are loud,Be sure to mix among the thickest crowd;