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THE GEM OF COQUETTES.
A song! a song! Kate, a song!
To your spirited stomacher sure must belong!
Curving out,
With pertinent pout,
The most exquisite orb in creation above;
Displaying the grace
Of each neighbouring place,
And the forms of the limbs that beneath him move;
Oh! why seem severe!
Why, why should you fear
Your stomacher's history, mistress, to hear!
To your spirited stomacher sure must belong!
Curving out,
With pertinent pout,
The most exquisite orb in creation above;
Displaying the grace
Of each neighbouring place,
And the forms of the limbs that beneath him move;
Oh! why seem severe!
Why, why should you fear
Your stomacher's history, mistress, to hear!
You gave him his place, and taught him to ride,
Soon after you from your bed did slide;—
From bosom to knee,
So unreasonably,
Your shape was veiled, that the glass did frown,
And so you took
With your wickedest look,
This gem of coquettes, and bound him down,
To wanton and pout,
And show you out,
And make all your lovers grow very devout.
Soon after you from your bed did slide;—
From bosom to knee,
So unreasonably,
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And so you took
With your wickedest look,
This gem of coquettes, and bound him down,
To wanton and pout,
And show you out,
And make all your lovers grow very devout.
And truly with all the most gallant of airs,
Through the parlours he rides you, he rides you up stairs,
Seeming to say,—
Here I'm ordered to stay,
The underneath beauty to guard and invest;—
While slily he shows,
How each moment that flows,
That beauty against him swells scornful protest;
And well though he knows,
How his tricks expose,
With exquisite insolence, on he goes.
Through the parlours he rides you, he rides you up stairs,
Seeming to say,—
Here I'm ordered to stay,
The underneath beauty to guard and invest;—
While slily he shows,
How each moment that flows,
That beauty against him swells scornful protest;
And well though he knows,
How his tricks expose,
With exquisite insolence, on he goes.
A truce! a truce! mistress, a truce!
In a moment this history I will reduce,
If you'll let me kneel,
And gently steal,
From this gem of coquettes a devotional kiss;—
Else I follow him still,
Till at midnight's thrill,
You bid him good-bye; and much more than this
Will I boldly relate,
And with song celebrate,
Of him, and his fellows too, beautiful Kate.
In a moment this history I will reduce,
If you'll let me kneel,
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From this gem of coquettes a devotional kiss;—
Else I follow him still,
Till at midnight's thrill,
You bid him good-bye; and much more than this
Will I boldly relate,
And with song celebrate,
Of him, and his fellows too, beautiful Kate.
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