At yon round table sprawls a rake, A dissolute, belov’d by girls Who cannot but great notice take Of how that handsome flaunts his curls.   For nothing draws a maid like hair On heads or chests or arms or cocks, Or makes the fair sex wish him bare So much as long and golden…

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