If any Wench Venus’s Girdle wear,
     Though she be never so ugly;
Lilies and Roses will quickly appear,
     And her Face look wond’rously smugly.

If any Wench Venus’s Girdle wear,
     Though she be never so ugly;
Lilies and Roses will quickly appear,
     And her Face look wond’rously smugly.

Beneath the left Ear so fit but a Cord,
     (A Rope so charming a Zone is!)
The Youth in his Cart hath the Air of a Lord,
     And we cry, There dies an Adonis!

Beneath the left Ear so fit but a Cord,
     (A Rope so charming a Zone is!)
The Youth in his Cart hath the Air of a Lord,
     And we cry, There dies an Adonis!

Since there’s a post of AC4 post-credit ending and the beginning of AC3 going around…

Reginald: Evening Haytham.

Haytham: Reginald.

Reginald: I can’t tell you how happy I was to hear they’d mounted this revival. Gay’s best work by far. Have you seen it before?

Haytham: Once. My father brought me here as a child, though I remember little of it. And I don’t suppose tonight will afford me the luxury of a proper viewing either.