Ittle Tube of mighty Pow'r,Charmer of an idle Hour,Object of my warm Desire,Lip of Wax, and Eye of Fire:And thy snowy taper Waist,With my Finger gently brac'd;And thy pretty swelling Crest,With my little Stopper prest;And the sweetest Bliss of Blisses,Breathing from thy balmy Kisses.Happy thrice, and thrice agen,Happiest he of happy Men;Who when agen the Night returns,When agen the Taper burns;When agen the Cricket's gay,(Little Cricket, full of Play)Can afford his Tube to feedWith the fragrant Indian Weed:Pleasure for a Nose divine,Incense of the God of Wine.Happy thrice, and thrice agen,Happiest he of happy Men.