But ye — who never felt a single thought⁠
For what our Morals are to be, or ought;
Who wisely wish the charms you view to reap,
Say — would you make those beauties quite so cheap?
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side,
Where were the rapture then to clasp the form
From this lewd grasp and lawless contact warm?

Lord Byron
George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“The Waltz,” l. 230ff (1813)
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The new dance was considered something of a scandal, given its contact between male and female dancers. Published anonymously by Byron.