To make one Beauty in different Delight:

    A thousand Loves, sate playing in each Eye,

    And smiling Mirth kissing fair Courtesy,

    By sweet Persuasion won a bloodless Victory.

    Her Lips most happy each in other's Kisses,

    From their so wish'd Imbracements seldom parted,

    Yet seem'd to blush at such their wanton Blisses;

    But when sweet Words their joining Sweets disparted,

    To the Ear a dainty Musick they imparted;

    Upon them fitly sate delightful Smiling,

    A thousand Souls with pleasing Stealth beguiling:

    Ah that such shews of Joys shou'd be all Joys exiling!

    Lower two Breasts stand all their Beauties bearing,

    Two Breasts as smooth and soft;—but oh alas!

    Their smoothest Softness far exceeds comparing:

    More smooth and soft—but naught that ever was,

    Where they are first, deserves the second Place:

    Yet each as soft, and each as smooth as other;

    But when thou first try'st one, and then the other,

    Each softer seems than each, and each than each seems smoother.

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