Voluptuous Thallus; soft, I own,
As rabbit's fur, as cygnet's down;
Soft as the tip of softest ear;
As flimsy age, or spider's silken snare!

Yet more rapacious than the sea,
Which, vex'd with storms, sweeps all away;
Whilst boding birds, with dismal cry,
O'er the tempestuous, wintry billows fly.

My cloak thou shalt return, I vow!
My fine Setabian napkin too;
My tablets, from the Thynian coast;
All which, as lineal wealth, vain fool, you boast!

Unglue thy hands, my things restore!
Lest thy soft breech, and sides made sore
With unaccustom'd stripes, you rave;
Lash'd, like some skiff that dares wild ocean's wave.