Loose as her flowing gown, that wanton'd in the air.In such a garb, with such a grace and mien,To her rich bed came the Assyrian queen;So Lais looked when all the youth of GreeceWith adoration did her charms confess.Her envious gown to pull away I tried,But she resisted still, and still denied;But so resisted that she seem'd to beUnwilling to obtain the victory;So I at last an easy conquest had,Whilst my fair combatant herself betray'd.But when she naked stood before my eyes,Gods, with what charms did she my soul surprise!What snowy arms did I both see and feel!With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell!Plump as ripe clusters rose each glowing breast,Courting the hand, and suing to be press'd!What a smooth plain was on her belly spread,Where thousand little loves and graces play'd!What thighs! what legs ! but why strive I in vain,