Again the coral berry'd holly glads the eye,
The ivy green again each window decks,
And mistletoe, kind friend to _Bassia_'s cause,
Under each merry roof invites the kiss;
Come then, my friends, ye friends to _Harris_ come,
And more than kisses share, drink love supreme
From his ambrosial cup, tho' oft replete
Satiety ne'er gives, but leaves the ravish'd sense
Supremely blest, and ever craving more.
Come ye gay sons of pleasure, come and feast
Your _every_ sense, and lave your souls in love,
Fearless advance, nor think of ills to come;
Here taste variety, of love's sweet gifts,
Pure and unstain'd as at kind nature's birth.
THE parterre of Venus was never
more elegantly filled, never did
the loves and graces shine, with more
splendor than at present; Marylebone,
the now grand paradise of love, and
Covent Garden, her elder born, beam
with uncommon ardor; nor is our
antient Drury unfrequented; no sooner
do the stars above shed their benign in-
fluence, but our more attracting ones
below
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below bespangle every walk, and make
a heaven on earth; Bagnigge, St. George's
Spa, with all their sister shops, deal
out each night their choiceft gifts of love;
nor with the sons of pleasure be dis-
appointed should they extend their travels
still farther east, and visit the purlieus
of White Chapel. The Royalty is
over full, and Wapping, Shadwell, and
the neighbouring _fields_ lend all their
lovely train to glad each night; these
then shall be our walks; from these gay
spots of pleasure shall we call love's
purest sweets,
And without thorn the rose.
By thus extending our researches we
shall be able to suit every constitution,
and every pocket, every whim and
fancy that the most extravagant sensua-
list can desire. Here may they learn to
shun the dreadful quicksands of pain and
mortification, and land safe on the terra
firma of delight and love.
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