SHEPHERD: Echo, I ween, will in the wood reply, And quaintly answer questions: shall I try? ECHO: Try. What must we do our passion to express? Press. How shall I please her who never loved before? Be Fore. What most moves women when we them address? A dress. Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore? A door. If music softens rocks, love tunes my lyre. Liar. Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her? Buy her. —Jonathan Swift, “A Gentle Echo on Woman”
