Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. - Mary Wortley Montagu

Thou silver deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid!By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide.E’en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height, The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil’d with the mantle of concealing night; With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.

Good madam, when ladies are willing, A man must needs look like a fool;
For me I would not give a shilling For one who would love out of rule.You should leave us to guess by your blushing, And not speak the matter so plain;
’Tis our’s to write and be pushing, ’Tis yours to affect disdain.That you’re in a terrible taking, By all these sweet oglings I see,
But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me.

Cease, fond shepherd! Cease desiring What you never must enjoy;
She derides your vain aspiring, She, to all your sex is coy.Cunning Damon once pursued her, Yet she never would incline;
Strephon too, as vainly wooed her, Though his flocks are more than thine.At Diana’s shrine, aloud, By the zone around her waist,
Thrice she bowed, and thrice she vowed, Like the Goddess, to be chaste.