document.write("Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,<br />Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green:<br />She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guessed<br />By the towsing and tumbling and touching her breast:<br />She saw the men eager, but was at a loss<br />What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close;<br />By their praying and whining,<br />And clasping and twining,<br />And panting and wishing,<br />And sighing and kissing,<br />And sighing and kissing so close.<br /><br />\\\"Ah!\\\" she cried, \\\"ah, for a languishing maid<br />In a country of Christians to die without aid!<br />Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,<br />Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest,<br />To instruct a young virgin that is at a loss<br />What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close;<br />By their praying and whining,<br />And clasping and twining,<br />And panting and wishing,<br />And sighing and kissing,<br />And sighing and kissing so close.\\\"<br /><br />Cupid in shape of a swain did appear;<br />He saw the sad wound, and in pity drew near;<br />Then showed her his arrow, and bid her not fear,<br />For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear;<br />When the balm was infused, she was not at a loss<br />What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close;<br />By their praying and whining,<br />And clasping and twining,<br />And panting and wishing,<br />And sighing and kissing,<br />And sighing and kissing so close.");