THAT marvellous Device, which once did place
Love's Reache beyond contingencies of Space
Which freed, not merely Sprite, but e'en the Flesh
To shrink vast Oceans, and as t'were to Mesh

(Though quite Alone was knit Love's tender Knotte)
With mingled Sighes Ek-statical, and Hotte;
-- Alas! 'Tis broke! And now my Mistress must
With Nature's own Devices sate her Lust!

Yet could my humble Flesh, with lightest Hand
Whipped up to Frenzie, (which but now doth Stand
To signal Sympathie) attend thy Bedde

-- Though thou protest t'was thence forever ban'd!
I vouch 'twou'd serve to Soothe your Nerves instedde
Now your Vibrator's Mute, and Stille, and Dedde.