How roll'd thy glowing eyes! how lewd they spoke!E'en from thy artful fingers language broke;While writing on the board with pens they vied,And the spilt wine the want of ink supplied.The silent speech too well I understood,For to deceive a lover yet who could?Tho' thou didst write in a laconic hand,And words for sentences were taught to stand.Now ended was the treat, and ev'ry guestIndulg'd his ease, and lay compos'd to rest:Your close, lascivious kisses then I spied,And something more than lips to lips applied;Such from a sister brothers ne'er receive,But yielding fair ones to warm lovers give.Not so Diana would to Phoebus press,But Cytherea so her Mars would bless.Too far provok'd, at last I cried aloud,"On whom are pleasures, due to me, bestow'd?I must not, will not, cannot bear this sight;'Tis lawful, sure, to seize upon my right.