1790 Edition

Could I be made o'er this extensive globe, The sole possessor, I would leave the whole
To lie unfolded on thy panting breasts, And drink the nectar from thy balmy lips,
For in thy looks such heav'n of beauty dwells, That at one glance, dissolves the soul in love.

Round your neck, like the ivy, she'll fold her sweet arms,
And wickedly wanton display all her charms;
With transport she'll usher your hand to her breast,
Whilst with her's the applies the tumid bold guest.

As decent a lass as you e'er sixt your eyes on;
But what is one man's meat is another man's poison.

The lowland lads think they are fine;
But oh! they're vain, and idly gaudy:
How much unlike the manly looks and graceful mien.
Of my handsome, charming Highland laddy.
Old Song.

Indeed sir, says she, you play sweetly this flute,
You ravish my sense, tho? your instrument's mute;
Before that I’d hear the noisy ton'd flute,
I'd give all my treasures to gobble the root,
Of your's, &c.

A woman, if she's young and fair,
Of lovers never need despair.

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For love without pleasure shall lure us in vain,
We love for the pleasure and not for the pain.

My cheeks the blushing peach outvies,
My skin the golden pippin;
My bushy grot, as black as sloes
Is surely worth a dip-in.

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Gods with what charms: does she the soul surprise!
What snowy arms do we both see and feel!
With what rich globes does her soft bosom swell!
Plump as ripe clusters heaves the glowing breasts,
Courting the hand, and suing to be pressed.

Here's a lot for Sk——r, or Ch— ie fit,
To hold up and knock down as they shall hit.

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Her hair almost a raven black,
In plaits was folden down her back;
Her breasts were like the driven snow,
On which her nipples warmly glow;
Her waist, her arms, her legs, her thighs,
Regale her lover's wandering eyes.

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My sweetest Sally, when in evening's dress,
Possess such charms no language can express;
But view her face and hands in morning's guise,
And all her charms lie center'd in her eyes.

Hail beauty, such is thine electric touch,
It fills the veins, and animates the pulse
Of all who but behold thee!

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The goddess Venus, in her royal court,
When mirth and frolic, humour, wit, and sport,
All prevail'd to give the am'rous jest,
Here she thought C----l had found her test.

Six but her likeness on the shield
Of some bold knight in arms,
‘Twill drive her rival from the field,
And crown his mistress’s charms.
E'en Perseus with the Gorgon's face,
That combatant would flee;
For ev'n Medusa (no disgrace)
A beauty was to thee.

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Since we mortal lovers are,
Ask not how long our love will last;
But while it does, let us take care,
Each minute be with pleasure past.

Beneath the thin transparent gauze
The panting breasts are seen;
Whose snowy swell and rosy tips,
Must stamp her cyprian queen.

‘Tis not her face that love creates,
For there no graces revel:
‘Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Are plaguily uncivil.
Her voice, her touch might give th’ alarm;
‘Twas both perchance, or neither;
In short, 'twas that bewitching charm
Of Celia altogether.

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Give me women, give me wine,
And like a tendril let me here entwine.

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The wise experienced dame,
Cracks and rejoices in the flame.

The British fair to manly hearts inclin'd,
Their passions open, and their souls unbind;
'Tis nature prompts, what harm can be in this,
To give and take from each the balmy kiss.

All I ask of mortal man Is to — me whilst he can.

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She spins her webb to catch male flies, Like sportsmens black-birds - by her eyes.

Then hold her off and gaze, then with new rage,
Clasp her till my conscious limbs presage,
Torrents of joy, which all their banks o'erflow,
So lost, so blest as I, but then can know.

Here ye religious flagellants attend,
And be flogged with joy to an uptight end.

Where there's no path, no track, he runs astray,
But in a beaten road can ever find the way.

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Now by my Hood, a Gentile, and no Jew!

Like the doctor's patient, this lady has a very rough tongue, and a foul mouth.

Endless joys are in that hay'n 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.

Prest in her arms she's all divine, Her soul becomes entranc'd with thine;
As thine with her's alone.

Let puny foplings talk of puny bliss,
Give me luxuriant bits that court a kiss.

Give me a son of Neptune for my friend,
And all my fears and cares will shortly end.

I am the lass whose ever open arms,
Both day and night stand ready to receive
The fierce assaults of Briton's am'rous sons.

Give me a life of luscious love,
Free from a husband's rig'rous sway,
Thro’ ev'ry scene of bliss to rove,
And ne'er be ty'd to curs'd obey.

This is not lady Gr—r, no, no,
But Miss Gr-----r, Oh! Ho, is it so?

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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 kisses press
Her balmy lips, and drink from her eyes
Resistless love.

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Entranc'd in your arms,
She'Il open her charms,
And her heav'n of beauty's display!
She'll wage the fond fight,
All the quick passing night,
And arise with fresh vigour each day.

Her looks, her lips, her panting breasts;
Alternate spread alarms;
The lovely charmer stands confest,
A wench in all her charms.

Have you seen a lovely creature, In the eye of fancy bred, Angel-like in every feature? Such is Hannah, blue ey'd maid.

Is ever kissing, toying, shoving, And knows no end of lust but loving.

Her youthful blood is all on fire,
She is all love and hot desire;
Her pulse beats high, her bosom heaves,
The more is done the more she craves.

So beauteous, young, and gay,
And dearly loves the am'rous play.

See! see! like Venus she appears
With all her heav'n of charms,
Her spotless form, her blooming years,
Enchant me to her arms,
Were I to choose my fav'rite joy,
Or love, or kingly sway;
Her smiles should all my hours employ,
And sport the world away.

When e're she speaks a second Pallas talks,
Where e're she steps a second Venus walks,
At every place where Becky Ch—d is seen,
She looks a goddess, and she moves a queen.

She wants no art to give her greater charms,
And sure ‘tis heaven to die in her arms.

No obstacles my passions blind,
But furious as the raging wind,
They force their way, and scorn control,
And reign the mistress o’er my soul.

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Methinks when in thy arms,
Or leaning on thy breast, one minute's more
Then a long thousand years of vulgar hour.

When mutual passion warms the youthful hearts,
How the soft transports thrill thro? all the parts!
The raptured senses know no other joy,
But from the dart of the unerring boy,
The dancing hours glide happily away,
And blissful night but wakes the chearful day.
Love knows no cloy, when health and youth unite,
To warm the blood, to wage the am'rous fight.
The glow of sympathy the mind inspires,
And heart-felt gratitude the bosom fires.

Who can resist such tempting powerful charms,
Her lovely looks the beating heart alarms;
Her eyes which are than diamonds far more bright,
Pierce the fond heart and captivate the sight.
Her lily bosom and her taper waist,
Her pouting lips would tempt a saint to taste;
Love's sweet Elysium she will soon make yours,
And bliss with raptures new the passing hours.

The golden locks that shade those killing eyes,
In wanton folds embrace her snowy neck;
The yellow mantle fixt between the thighs
With envious ringlets Venus's altar deck.

A bird in the hand's worth two in the bush,
Or, never let the goldfinches hop the twig.
Excellent maxims in S—r’s tablet of mercury.

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With winning softness here the graces skip,
And hold their revels in her dancing eyes;
The little loves are gamboling in her smiles,
And call their sweets from other balmy lips.

No female, e'er so pretty all can please; Some women tickle, but they all can teaze.

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In this limpid stream you may bathe with ease,
Price two guineas only — if you please.

She'll nicely chose, and neatly spread,
Upon her cheeks the best French red.

Here native elegance was made to dwell,
With beauty seated in her rosy lip,
Mixing their sweets with such a tasteful hand,
That Venus's self might almost envy
A form so graceful and a face divine.

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Nature is nature Lalirus---
Let the wise say what they will.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in the eye, and falls upon the sense.

'Ads bobs she's wond'rous pretty!
Her looks are almost jetty;
She's a finer wench than Betty,
And lo! her eyes are blue!

For 'tis in vain to guess
At women by appearances;
They paint and patch their imperfections
Of intellectual complexions,
And daub their tempers o’er with water[?],
As artificial as their faces.
- Hudibras.

Some of those women who have succeeded in the line of pleasure, have not been very fortunately adapted for it; as it frequently encourages those who have no beauty to boast, “to quit a calling for that idle trade.”

T’ eccentric vices titled fools lay claim, The priest, the cit, and lawyer do the same.

The goats Jigg in perfection,
Or, home to a hole.
A merry tale.

Very warm, indeed, my Lord!
But the hastiest people are the best natured people in the world!

All night she’ll keep you at the wanton play,
Nor suffer slumber till the dawn of day!
Till tir'd nature melted into bliss,
Dissolv'd in sleep till pants the humid kiss.

Her pleasing charms e'en rage disarms, And glads the circle round; With heedless eye her glances fly, And kill where'er they wound.

This blushing fair, this pleasing toy, Whose soul is love, whose eyes are joy; Whose heart soft gentle transports fire, Is all the lover can desire.

Give me but thee, I'll make a heav'n of earth, Each night should give to new born pleasures birth: The fun of joy should paint continual noon, And e'en age of Noah pass on too soon.

Her eyes enflam'd and sparkling too;
Her cheeks, the rose and lilly's hue;
Her nose was strait, and just its height,
Her lips than coral far more bright;
Her breasts two little halls of snow,
In which two vivid rubies glow;
Tho' one might span her slender waist,
Her thighs would scarcely be embrac'd,
Her taper leg by far excell'd,
All that was ever yet beheld.

Does any member at election,
Want a plumper for an erection
Here it is!