"I passed a whole night with a lascivious girl, whose wickedness no one could surpass. Tired of a thousand pranks, I begged that boyish favour, before my prayer was finished, my first utterance, 'twas granted. Smiling and blushing I asked for something worse, she voluptuously promised it at once. But she was chaste to me. She will not be so to you, Aeschylus: if you want it, take this boon, but she will attach a condition.Last night the soft charms of an exquisite whore Fulfilled every whim of my mind, Till, with fucking grown weary, I begged something more, One bliss that still lingered behind. My prayer was accepted; the rose in the rear Was opened to me in a minute; One rose still remained, which I asked of my dear,— 'Twas her mouth and the tongue that lay in it. She promised at once, what I asked her to do; Yet her lips were unsullied by me. They'll not, my old friend, remain virgins for you, Whose penchant exceeds e'en her fee."