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 feed With 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.