Lest the dry gum and wax should sticking prove,He first she moistens : then sly care I take,And but, when lines I like, impression make.Of in her pocket fain she would me hide,Close will I press her finger, and not slide;Then cry, "My life, I ne'er shall thee disgrace,And I am light; give me my proper place.Still let me stick when in the bath you are;If I catch damage,'tis not worth your care.Yea, when the ring thy naked body spies,It will transform, and I a man arise."Why do I rave? thou little trifle, go,And that I die for her let the dear creature know.
Elegy XVI: He invites his mistress into the country.I'm now at—where my eyes can view,Their old delights, but what I want in you: