Why loves not HIPPIA rank obscenity?
Why would she not with twenty porters lie?
Why not in crowded Malls quite naked walk?
Not aw'd by virtue — but "The world would talk." —
Yet how demurely looks the wishing maid,
For ever, but in bed, of man afraid!
Thus HAMMON'S spring by day feels icy-cool,
At night is hot as hell's sulphureous pool.