The Court of Cupid By the Author of the Meretriciad [i.e. Edward Thompson]. Containing the Eighth Edition of the Meretriciad, with great Additions. In Two Volumes |
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The WARMING PAN. |
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The WARMING PAN.
The Coach arriv'd, impatient all
For diff'rent things begin to call!
But I, who have no trade
But Love, for sweeter morsels try;
I search, and fix an am'rous eye,
Upon the Chamber Maid.
For diff'rent things begin to call!
But I, who have no trade
But Love, for sweeter morsels try;
I search, and fix an am'rous eye,
Upon the Chamber Maid.
I wait, and catch her as she flies
From Room to Room, with eager eyes:
“My Dear permit my aid!”
I seize her and she cries a-done,
I kiss her quick, and let her run;
The pretty Chambermaid.
From Room to Room, with eager eyes:
“My Dear permit my aid!”
I seize her and she cries a-done,
I kiss her quick, and let her run;
The pretty Chambermaid.
The supper comes, and Betty Grove,
'Tis Hebe waiting upon Jove;
The reck'ning next is paid.
Yawning the Passengers retire,
I, burning like the kitchen fire,
For Betty Chambermaid.
'Tis Hebe waiting upon Jove;
The reck'ning next is paid.
Yawning the Passengers retire,
I, burning like the kitchen fire,
For Betty Chambermaid.
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Kneeling, my bed the Beauty warms,
When furious I attack her charms:
“Get out you naughty Man!”
The port is gain'd by quick surprise,
I kiss, she kicks, and faintly cries,
“O! move the warming-pan!”
When furious I attack her charms:
“Get out you naughty Man!”
The port is gain'd by quick surprise,
I kiss, she kicks, and faintly cries,
“O! move the warming-pan!”
There—there, again—the bed—it burns,
I move,—she moves—we move by turns,
“What are you at dear Man?”
Hush! there's a noise—the bed—the joy,
Hark!—hark! how sweet my amorous Boy,
Hold there—the warming-pan.
I move,—she moves—we move by turns,
“What are you at dear Man?”
Hush! there's a noise—the bed—the joy,
Hark!—hark! how sweet my amorous Boy,
Hold there—the warming-pan.
When e'er I pass the high North road,
I knock at Betty's soft abode,
Where happy I am laid:
The neatest Inn, the softest thatch,
And tell me, where a place can match,
My Pretty Chambermaid.
I knock at Betty's soft abode,
Where happy I am laid:
The neatest Inn, the softest thatch,
And tell me, where a place can match,
My Pretty Chambermaid.
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