And smile to think how oft were done,

What prudes declare a sin to act is,

And never but in darkness practice,

Fearing to trust the tell-tale sun.

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11.

And wisely therefore night prefer,

Whose dusky mantle veils their fears,

Of this, and that, of eyes and ears,

Affording shades to those that err.

12.

Now, by my foul, 'tis most delight

To view each other panting, dying.

In love's extatic posture lying,

Grateful to feeling, as to sight.

13.

And had the glaring God of Day,

(As formerly of Mars and Venus)

Divulg'd the joys which pass'd between us,

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