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Heavy doth the North bedrape Paris mode from foot to top, As o'er fair Athenian shape Scythian should a bearskin drop.

Over winter's garments meet, Everywhere we see the fur, Flung with Russian pomp, and sweet With the fragrant vetiver.

Pleasure's laughing glances feast Far amid the statues, where From the bristles of a beast Bursts a Venus torso fair!

If you venture hitherward, With a tender veil to cheat Glances over-daring, guard Well your Andalusian feet!

Snow shall fashion like a frame On your foot's impression rare, Signing with each step your name On the carpet soft and vair.

Thus were surly master led To the hidden trysting-place, Where his Psyche, faintly red, Were beheld in Love's embrace.