Here’s a fun little poem from a local newspaper on the theme of the (supposed) sexual indiscretions of the French upper classes in the eighteenth century. Not so different from the English, so far as I can see!
Says a vain frothy coxcomb on Gallia’s shore,
Who cared for his lady no more than his whore:
‘This night I will cuckold five dukes and a peer’—
‘Mon Dieu’; says his friend — ‘Mon Ami, you but jeer:’
‘C‘est vrai, bon ami — ‘tis my method of life,
I‘m determined this evening to lie with my wife.’