Here it is in Goldsmith:

Anna Bullen had already consented to marry the king, and even shared his bed two months before his marriage with Katherine was dissolved. Through her prudence and her virtue demanded esteem in the former parts of her conduct, yet she now for a moment forgot the ties of each and gave a loose to her triumph. She passed through London with a magnificence greater then had ever been known before: the streets were strewed, the walls were hung, the conduits ran with wine, while she and her corpulent lover rode through the city like the heroine and knight of a romance.