It's awf'lly bad luck on Diana Her ponies have swallowed their bits; She fished down their throats with a spanner And frightened them all into fits.

-Betjeman, SirJohn
  A Few Late Chrysanthemums,'Hunter Trails'.

Her legs were such Diana shows, When tuckt up she a hunting goes; With buskins shortened to descry The happy dawning of her thigh.

-Herrick, Robert
  'The Vision'.

Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw, Or stain her honour, or her new brocade, Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade.

-Pope, Alexander
  The Rape of the Lock, canto 2, l.105^8.