Florio, one ev'ning, brisk, and gay,
To pass the tedious hours away,
With three young female rakes sat down,
And play'd at whisk for half a crown;
At length (if fame the truth can tell)
To questions and commands they fell:
Florio, says Cloe, let me see
What Delia wears above her knee;
The youth with ready hand obey'd,
And by her garter caught the maid;
She kindled with affected heat
And rising vig'rous from her seat,
As if she thought him monstrous rude,
Flew to her chamber; he pursu'd;
Then flung her softly on the bed;
And now, my lovely girl, he said,
I bar all squeakings, and oh fies!
Go, bar the door, you fool, she cries.