"Diana's breast is charming, brothers, And Flora's cheek, I quite agree; But I prefer above these others The foot of sweet Terpischore. It hints to probing, ardent glances of rich rewards and peerless trances; Its token beauty stokes the fires, The wilful swarm of hot desires. My dear Elvina, I adore it— Beneath the table barely seen, In springtime on the meadow's green, In winter with the hearth before it, Upon the ballroom's mirrored floor, Or perched on granite by the shore."