Jupiter And Cloe. Poem by Nicholas Amhurst

Young Cloe, frolicksome and gay,
Was reading, once upon a Day,
How Jove, as Ovid's Lines record
(And Ladies will take Ovid's Word)
Us'd to descend in borrow'd Shapes,
And sport in Cuckoldoms and Rapes.
Delightful Stories!--as she read,
A Maggot jump'd into her Head:
Thus to her self, ``Does Jove then mind,
`Us mortal Girls? Extremely kind!
`Now I'll be further, quoth the Dame,
``If this loose God be not the same,
``Dress'd in rich Velvet and Brocade,
``That won my Heart last Masquerade;
`Hold--let me think--it must be so,
`It could not be a common Beau.
``Lord! there was something so Divine--
``Well, hang it all, I'll not repine;
``For if his Godship likes the Sport,
``He'll never damn a Body for't.