Miss R—ss, at Mrs. Wanpole's, No. 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.

Here youth and beauty are combined, and unadorned by education or art; what she feels in the amorous encounter cannot be feigned. Her natural simplicity is yet so unstained, and her knowledge of the world so very little, that it is almost impossible for her to dissemble; her hair, eye-brows and eyes, are of the deepest black; her complexion of the roses red, and her neck and breasts of the purest white; her limbs are nobly formed, every joint possessing the most enchanting flexibility, which she manages with uncommon dexterity, and her Venus Mount is so nobly fortified, that she has no occasion to dread the fiercest attack, nor does she: and although she is obliged to make sudden retreats, her advances follow so very brisk, and are so effectual, that

   Whene'er she quits the field,
   Waits vice on her lovely shield.

but we must advise our lovers of the sport to keep her pleased, as her temper, a little different from another part, is not to be sported with.

(pp. 34-35)