A Rage of Pleasure madden'd every Breast,
Down to the lowest Lees the Ferment ran:
To his licentious Wish Each must be blest,
With Joy be fever'd; snatch it as he can.
Thus  the Standard rear'd; her Arrier-Ban
call'd, and loud she gave the Word.
"Mind, mind yourselves! Why should the vulgar Man,
" The Lacquey be more virtuous than his Lord?
"Enjoy this Span of Life! 'tis all the Gods afford."