Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies

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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HARRIS's LIST

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COVENT-GARDEN LADIES

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Miss L--st--r, No. 6, Union-Street, Oxford-Road.

Oh, pleasing talk, to paint the ripen'd charms Of youth untutor'd in the female arts; To see instinctively desire blaze out, And warm the mind with all its burning joys. The tell-tale eyes in liquid pools sustain'd, The throbbing breast now rising, now suppress't; The thrilling bliss quick darting thro' the frame, The short fetch'd sighs, the snow white twining limbs, The sudden gush, and the extatic oh.

SUCH our all pleasing L--st--r leads the train, and, smiling like the morn, unfolds her heaven of beauties. Oh, for a Guido's touch, or Thomson's thought,

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thought_, to paint the richness of her unequall'd charms; every perfection that can possibly adorn the face and mind of Woman seem centered in this be- witching girl; hither resort then, ye genuine lovers of beauty and good sense; here, whilst Plutus reigns, may you revel nor know satiety; here feast the longing appetite, and return with fresh vigor to every attack. Now arrived at the tempting age of nineteen, her ima- gination is filled with every luscious idea, refined sensibiiity, and fierce desire can unite, her form is majestic, tall, and elegant; her make truly genteel, her complexion