1788 Edition

8 Acton Street, Grays Inn Lane

Our souls their former joys renew, We raise new sport, and wanton jesting; Our eyes each other’s charms review, In every form of love contesting. At last, our body's warm'd with mutual fire, To prove each other’s aid to join in one conspire.

55 Berwick Street

Toil all the night, and at the approach of morn, When tir'd nature calls aloud for rest, The wanton fair, a stranger to fatigue, With eager fondness will renew the sport; Entwine the busy limbs to force the joy, Whilst through the parting lips, the playful tongue, The vital fire thro' every nerve propels, And drown the senses in love's potent stream.

1 Castle Street, Little Court, Leicester Fields

Nature for meat and drink provides a place, And when receiv'd they fill their certain space; Hence thirst and hunger may be satisfy'd, But this repletion is to love deny'd.

8 Castle Street, Oxford Street

Give me plenty of bub, From the large brandy tub, And I'll spend the whole night in your arms, I'll expose every part Of my brown apple cart, And stifle, quite stifle the boy in its charms.

3 Charles Street, Goodge Street

To arms, to arms, the Cyprian Queen Here braves the god of War, And tho' on back, not backward seen To take his wond'rous spear, And melt it in her clasping fold, The fold of rapturous burning bliss, 'Till quite o'erspent in nature's mould, Then darts fresh vigor with a kiss.

Charlotte Street, Rathbone Place

Not less her blandishments than beauty move At once both giving and confessing love.

30 Duke Street, St. James

Blest with such charms, the snowy heart could move Such melting beauties sovereign claims of love; She sweetly smiles, unconscious of her pow'r, And with her pleasing chat beguiles each hour.

5 Eagle Street, Red Lion Square

Behold her round the vine, in loose attire, Her panting bosom thrills with soft desire, Which white and firm invites the amorous hand, And never fails to make the member stand; Then to her couch she'll lead the conquered boy, Who in her feels a tickling pinching joy.

24 George Street, Black Friars Bridge

Fast lock'd in her arms, And enjoying her charms, Every frown of old care I'll defy; Give desire such a loose, That the all potent Juice, Shall pervade ev'ry sense, and swim in each Eye.

3 Glanville Street

Firm breasts, white belly, and such thighs, Gaze ghastly envy, and forget her size.

17 Goodge Street, Charlotte Street

And all these joys insatiably to prove, With which rich beauty feasts the glutton love.

13 John Street, Tottenham Court Road

Fancy itself, e'en in enjoyment, is But a dumb judge, and cannot tell its bliss.

41 King Street, Soho

To tell the beautie's of the place, How weak is human tongue; The noble fringes which it grace, In golden ringlets hung.

3 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

Embrace me close, and join thy lips to mine, There's no security in other joys; Here happiness is rivetted alone; Here nothing fades, nothing decays, the sweets Immortal are, and never cease to spring.

14 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

The nymphs like Nereids round her couch were plac'd, Where she another sea-born Venus lay; She lay and lean'd her cheek upon her hand, And cast a look fo languishingly sweet, As if secure of all beholders hearts, Neglecting she could take 'em.

13 Little Portland Street

What pity 'tis so fine a face and form Should suffer pride, the cankerworms of joy, That beauty to deform.

Ludgate Hill

Those formal lovers be for ever curst, Who fetter'd free-born love with honour first; Who through fantastic laws, are virtue's fools, And against nature, will be slaves to rules.

14 Moor's Place, Lambeth

Her brows are arch'd, and rather full and thin, To shade the dazzling light that dwells therein.

75 Newman Street, Oxford Street

Oh she's all softness, All melting mild, and calm as a rock'd infant; Nor can you wake her into cries, by heaven! She's the child of love, and she was born in smiles.

18 Old Compton Street, Soho

Close in the arms she languishingly lies, With dying looks, short breath, and wishing eyes.

1 Poland Street

Soft, as when the wooing dove, Woo's his mate in vernal bowr's, Is this purest child of love, When she her choicest treasure pours.

9 Queen Ann Street East

Fool! not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers perjury.

Russell Court

Let me press therein my arms, Tune of my heart, and charmer of my eyes, Nay, thou shall hear the extacy from me, I'll make thee smile with my extravagant passion.

59 South Mortimer Street, Oxford Road

Methinks I wish, and wish for what I know not, But still I wish, yet, if I had that woman, She I believe could tell me what I wish for.

12 Suffolk Street, Cavendish Square

The blooming looks of spring, and lovely red As opening roses, on her cheeks are spread; Her eyes that sparkle like the stars above, Appear the armory and throne of love, Whilst thousands of alluring graces Wait, And mingling charms form love's triumphant state.

31 Tavistock Street

When will the dear man come, that I may hold him Fast as my love can make him, hug him close As my fond soul can wish; give all my breath In sighs and kisses, tell I swoon with rapture.

36 Titchfield Street

Reclin'd upon a couch the maiden lay, And all her virgin charms expos'd to view; I saw them all, unseen, and in her eyes Read the mad language of untaught desire.

19 Union Street, Middlesex Hospital

There is a joy to melt in her embrace, Dissolve in pleasures, not in delights.

Virginia Street, Wapping

For lips to lips, and Tongue to Tongue, Will make a man of sixty young.

31 Wells Street

Well pleas'd at the frolic, she laugh'd at the pain, And wish'd with more ardour, to try it again; Which, when handled and dandled, and made fit for use, She push'd with less pain, as the parts grew more loose; Then upping and downing, kind nature told how, She cry'd over-raptur'd, it does not hurt now.

1 York Street, Queen Ann Street East

Lilting o'er the lea, Ye're welcomer to take me, than to let me be.

2 Bennett Street, Rathbone Place

If women were as little as they are good, A peas cod would make them a gown and a hood.

10 Bull and Mouth Street

Forbidding me to follow she invites me, This is the mould of which I made the sex, I gave them but one tongue to say us nay, And two kind eyes to grant.

4 Castle Street, East

In hell and earth, and seas and heaven above, Love conquers all, and we must yield to force.

74 Castle Street, Oxford Road

The soft desiring girl expects thy coming; Busy in thought, and hasty for the hour, She turns and sighs, and wishes, counts the clock, And every minute drags a heavy pace, Till thou appear, the champion of the bed, Arm'd at all points, and eager for the charge That calls thee to the combat of thy love.

9 Charles Street, Covent Garden

Here haste ye gay, take pleasure on the wing,
Taste all her sweets conjoin'd, nor fear her sting.

6 Church Court, St. Martin's Lane

Here roses red, and lilys fair; The gifts of nature, deck her air.

Duke Street

Endless joys are in that heaven of love, A thousand Cupids dance upon her smiles; Young bathing graces wanton in her eyes, Melt in her looks, and pant upon her breasts; Each word is gentle as a western breeze That fans the infant bosom of the spring, And every sigh more fragrant than the morn.

28 Frith Street

A rose-bud blows in either cheek, Round which the lily makes its bed; Two dimples sweet good nature speak, And auburn ringlets deck her head. Her heaving breasts pant keen desire, Their blushing summits own the flame; Her eyes seem wishing something nigher, Her hand conducts it to the same.

2 Glanville Street

Oh she is all the heart would wish, or eye admire, The purest child of love by beauty fir'd; Whom but to love, need only but to see, To see, admire, such heaven born symmetry; To touch, to feel, ah, there's the potent hold That chains the will, and molds the snowy heart To love's delightful glow; the milky hills Half rising, half suppress'd, with glowing ardor Ask corporeal pressure, and invite The carnal weapon to its burning sheath.

5 Glanville Street, Rathbone Place

Sacrifice to her The precious hours, nor grudge with such a mate The summer's day to toy or winter's night. Now clasp with dying fondness in your arms Her yielding waist, now on her swelling breast Recline your cheek, with eager kises press Her balmy lips, and drinking from her eyes Resistless love, the tender flame confess Ineffable, but by the murmuring voice Of genuine joy.

6 Hind Court, Fleet Street

O my soul, Whither, whither art thou flying, Lost in sweet tumultuous dying? You tremble love, and so do I! Ah! stay, and we'll together dye; My soul shall take her flight with thine Life dissolving in delight, Heaving breasts and swimming sight, Faultering speech and gasping breath, Symptoms of delicious death; My soul is ready for the flight.

14 King Street, St. James Square

Her every thought, and wishes, and desires, Agree with yours, and burn with mutual fires.

3 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

My heart's so full of joy, That I could do some wild extravagance Of love in public, and the foolish world, That knows not tenderness, might think me mad.

8 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

What woman, when Her blood boils up, and wantons in her veins, When her hot panting pulse beats to the joy; What woman then would quench her generous flame in an inactive tedious husband's arms, That fires and jades our expectation In the first stretch of love; then duly falls To his old trot, and drudges out the course?

14 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

Thou can'st not see one wrinkle in my brow, My eyes tho' dark, are bright and quick in turning, My beauty as the spring does yearly grow, My flesh is soft and plump; my marrow burning.

32 Little Russell Street

Strait a new heat return'd with his embrace, Warmth to my blood and colour to my face; Till at the length, with mutual kisses fir'd, To the last bliss we eagerly aspir'd, And both alike attain'd, what both alike desir'd.

30 Market Lane

In the middle of me, You plainly may see, A thing that will suit every man; And when you are in it, The critical minute, Ensure as fast as you can.

35 Newman Street, Oxford Road

Wine whets the wit, improves its native force, And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse.

33 Northumberland Street, The Strand

You gaulky steeple, you stalking stag,
Your husband must come from Brobdingnag.

10 Plough Court, Fetter Lane

She darted a sweet kiss, The wanton prelude to a farther bliss; Such as might kindle frozen appetite, And fire e'en wasted nature with delight.

2 Poland Street, Oxford Street

She smil'd, and gave a kiss might Jove disarm, And from his hand the brandished thunder charm.

21 Queen Ann Street East

Behold those eyes that swim in humid fires, And trace her wanton thoughts and young desires; Taste those sweet lips, with balmy Nectar fraught, And all the rich luxuriancy of thought: Press her soft bosom seat of swelling joy, Whose charms invite the rosy pinion'd boy; Who, fluttering here, may point the unerring dart, Flash in each eye, and revel in each heart, Till bolder grown, your hand insatiate rove, O'er her delightful mount and sportive grove; Then all her limbs unbound, her girdle loose, There's nothing you can ask her, she'll refuse.

23 Russell Street, Covent Garden

Give me but thee, I'd make a heaven of earth, Each night should give to new born pleasure birth; The sun of joy should point continual noon, And e'er an age of Noah, pass too soon.

11 Stephen Street, Rathbone Place

Hope, with a gaudy prospect feeds the eye, Sooths every sense, does with each with comply; But false enjoyment the kind guide destroys, We lose the passion in the treacherous joys.

8 Tavistock Row

In framing thee, heav'n took unusual care, And stampt thee fairest of the Cretan fair.

25 Titchfield Street, Oxford Street

'Till haply wandering in the fields of air, Some fiend had whisper'd C sd l, thou art fair.

Union Stairs, Wapping

This is a comely woman, about forty, and boasts she can give more pleasure than a dozen raw girls.

47 Union Street, Oxford Street

She thrust among the bushes her fair hand, To draw the plant; and every plant she drew, She shook the stalk, and brushed away the dew.

116 Wardour Street

If any wench Venus's girdle wears, Altho' she be ever so ugly, Roses and lilys will quickly appear, And her face look wond'rous smugly.

62 Wells Street, Oxford Street

A summer's day will seem an hour but short, Being wasted in such time-be guiling sport.

2 York Street, Middlesex Hospital

Give me a nymph with all her charms, A full grown nymph to fill my arms; And leave to them that cannot feel, The insipid things they call genteel.

13 Bentick Street, Berwick Street

Close in the arms she languishingly lies, With dying looks, short breath, and swimming eyes.

19 Carlisle Street, Soho

Dieux; qu'a t-il vu, que d'appas enchanteurs! Sous un bosquet, d'ou coule une fountaine, Ou chaque mois le doux printemps ramene; Pour nos plaisirs, l'abondance & les fleurs, It voit un trou, le joli precipice; Ce n'etact point le trou de saint Patrice.

8 Castle Street, Newman Street

Her every glance, like Jove's vindictive flame, Shoot thro' the veins, and kindle all the frame.

Castle Street, Oxford Market

Let Nature empty her whole quiver in me, I have a part, which, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and yet leave room for more.

Charles Street, Soho

Then he began to rave and tear, And swore once more he'd try the fair To grace his notes he would take care, She gave her kind consent. He pitch'd the highest note he could, And kept the stops just where he should, Damon, says she, your musick's good, And I am now content.

5 Duke Street, Adelphi

Where did my soul in the dear transport go? Did it with willing haste to her depart? It did, I'm sure, and fluttered around her heart; It heav'd, it trembled, and it panted there, But all its weak efforts to stay were vain, A kiss restored the fugitive again; My soul re-enterd, we repeated o'er A thousand joys unknown to both before.

Duke Street

How dull the spring of life would prove, Without the kiss that waits on love; From youthful lips you soon receive The richest harvest lips can give.

46 Frith Street

Si javois pour heritage, Le tresor le plus charmant, je vous en donnerois en gage, Et mon coeur pour un present.

2 Glanville Street

Had love's fair goddess been so strong in charms, Rash Diomede had dropt his vent'rous arms; No shameful victory the Greek had won, But had a thousand wounds receiv'd instead of giving one.

16 Goodge Street

Panting she lay, and fetch'd long double sighs, Whilst with thick mists pleasure had dimmed her eyes.

Jermyn Street

Born with every grace, Ev'n envy must applaud so fair a face; Such is her form as painters when they show, Their utmost art, on naked limbs bestow.

34 King Street, Soho

The self same cates Still offer'd, soon the appetite offend; The most delicious soonest.

3 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

Oh! that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice. Mens palates are as various as their faces, and like a good ordinary we would offer up a dish for every palate.

14 Lisle Street, Leicester Fields

Why should they e'er give me pain, Who to give me joy disdain; All I ask of mortal man, Is to me whilst he can.

Little Chesterfield Street

Loves subtle fluid, and life's thrilling kiss Glide thro' her frame, and speak the coming bliss.

12 Little Titchfield Street

Just at fifteen the down of nature grew, O'er the soft yielding lips of crimson hue; The wanton fire of love began to play, And on her bosom shew its powerful sway When two more years had ripened every joint, All nature's power did to the centre point.

Middlesex Hospital

Mark my eyes, and as they languish, Read what your's have written there.

45 Newman Street

Her look serene does purest softness wear, Her face exclaims her fairest of the fair.

17 Ogle Street, Queen Ann Street East

She darted from her eyes a side long glance Just as she spoke, and, like her words, it flew, Seem'd not to beg, what yet she bid to do.

1 Poland Street

See through the liquid eye, the melting glance, The buried soul in lovely tumults lost, And all the senses to the centre sent.

124 Portland Street

Forc'd to consent, but never to obey, Panting he lies; the liquid minute pass'd, She feedeth on the stream as on a prey, And calls it heavenly moisture.

82 Queen Ann Street East

Like some fair flower, whose leaves all colours yield, And opening, is with rarest odours fill'd; As lofty pines o'ertop the lowly reed, So does her graceful height most nymphs exceed.

South Molton Street

Hast thou beheld a fresher, sweeter nymph, Such war of white and red upon her cheeks, What stars do spangle, Heaven, with so much beauty, As those two eyes become that Heav'nly face.

11 Stephen Street, Rathbone Place

Oh! the transporting joy! Impetuous flood of long-expected rapture, she is a charming black beauty; her vivid eyes, speak the liveliness of her disposition, disposition, and the joy she conceives in the hour of bliss.

Tavistock Row, Covent Garden

He dresses her wig in a new fashion way, And black D m r as usual is jovial and gay; She constantly smiles on her doating dear puff, And thinks he can never be tumbled enough.

25 Titchfield Street

The glow of youth, the fire of wanton love, Sport in her eye, and rouse the sensual heart To strong desires unmanageable pitch.

6 Union Street, Oxford Road

Oh, pleasing talk, to paint the ripen'd charms Of youth untutor'd in the female arts; To see instinctively desire blaze out, And warm the mind with all its burning joys. The tell-tale eyes in liquid pools sustain'd, The throbbing breast now rising, now suppress't; The thrilling bliss quick darting thro' the frame, The short fetch'd sighs, the snow white twining limbs, The sudden gush, and the extatic oh.

68 Upper Charlotte Street, Rathbone Place

Sure nature cast one in her softest mould, All mild and gentle, never made to scold.

12 Wells Street

What various charms can M-ns-n boast, By nature thus befriended; Whose legs impart a charm when cross'd, And charming when extended.

Windmill Street, Tottenham Court Road

Fair As May morning rising from the east, Or day dismounting from the golden west.

2 York Street, Queen Ann Street

No time shall pass without that dear delight,I'll talk of love all day, and aca it all the night; Pleasure and I as to one goal design'd, Will run with equal pace, while sorrow lays behind.