Book IX, Epigram 68: In Aeschylum

I enjoyd a buxsom lass all night with mee,
Which none could overcome in venerie.
Thousand wayes tyred, I askd that childish thing,
Which she did grant at the first motioning,
Blushing and laughing I a worse besought,
Which she most loose vouchsafed as quick as thought.
Yet she was pure, but if she deale with you
Shee'l not be so, and thou shalt pay dear too.