So Confirm'd Was He In Sin

Our drink shall be prepared gold and amber;

Which we will take, until my roof whirl around
With the vertigo: and my dwarf shall dance,
My eunuch sing, my fool make up the antic,
Whilst we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales,
Thou, like Europa now, and I like Jove,
Then I like Mars, and thou like Erycine.
So, of the rest, till we have quite run through,
And wearied all the fables of the gods.

Volpone in Jonson's Volpone, or the Fox waxing erotic to Celia, lecherously, like Bolloxinion in John Wilmoth, the Earl of Rochester's pornographic satire Sodom, or the Quintessence of Debauchery.