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The Contented Whore.

An Imitation of Epig. 66. in Mar. l. 12.

Formosa Phyllis nocte cum mihi tota.

I

To Charming Cælia's Arms I flew,
And there all Night I feasted;
No God such Transports ever knew,
Nor Mortal ever tasted.

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II

Lost in the sweet tumultuous Joy,
And pleas'd beyond expressing;
How can your Slave, my Fair, said I,
Reward so great a Blessing?

III

The whole Creation's Wealth survey;
Thro' both the Indies wander:
Ask what brib'd Senates give away,
And fighting Monarchs squander.

IV

The richest Spoils of Earth and Air;
The rifled Ocean's Treasure;
'Tis all too poor a Bribe by far
To purchase so much Pleasure.

V

She blushing cry'd—My Life, my Dear,
Since Cælia, thus you fancy,
Give her, but 'tis too much, I fear,
A Rundlet of right Nancy.