Sincethese, replied the youth, your thoughts appear,
          What think you of our landlord’s daughter here? 
          That she’s a perfect virgin I’ve no doubt,
          Nor can we find a chaster round about;
          Her very doll more innocent won’t prove,
          Than this sweet nymph design’d with us to move.

          Thescheme our prince’s approbation met;
          The very girl, said he, I wish’d to get;
          This night be our attack; and if her heart
          Surrenders when our wishes we impart,
          But one perplexity will then remain;
          ’Tis who her virgin favours shall obtain? 
          The honour ’s all a whim, and I, as king,
          At once assuredly should claim this thing: 
          The rest ’tis very easy to arrange;
          As matters suit we presently can change.

          Ifceremony ’twere, Joconde replied,
          All cavil then we quickly could decide;
          Precedence would no doubt with you remain: 
          But this is quite another case ’tis plain;
          And equity demands that we agree,
          By lot to settle which the man shall be.

          Thenoble youths no arguments would spare,
          And each contended for the spoiler’s care;
          Howe’er Joconde obtained the lucky hit,
          And first embrac’d this fancied dainty bit.

          Thegirl who was the noble rival’s aim,
          That ev’ning to the room for something came;
          Our heroes gave her instantly a chair,
          And lavished praises on her face and hair;
          A diamond ring soon sparkled in her eyes;
          Its pleasing pow’rs at sight obtain’d the prize.

          Thebargain made, she, in the dead of night,
          When silence reign’d and all was void of light,
          With careful steps their anxious wish obey’d,
          And ’tween them both, she presently was laid;
          ’Twas Paradise they thought, where all is nice,
          And our young spark believ’d he broke the ice.

          Thefolly I forgive him;—­’tis in vain
          On this to reason—­idle to complain;
          The Wise have oft been dup’d it is confest,
          And Solomon it seems among the rest. 
          But gay Joconde felt nothing of the kind,
          A secret pleasure glow’d within his mind;
          He thought Astolphus wond’rous bliss had missed,
          And that himself alone the fair had kiss’d;
          A clod howe’er, who liv’d within the place,
          Had, prior to the Roman, her embrace.