Though he is a horrid sinner,
Pamela forgives the crime,
In again! again he's in her!
Drinking pleasures quite divine!
See! his amorous lips and hands
Fondle all her naked part;
And his upright vigour stands,
In her open ravished heart.
Shirt and shift are off together,
Naked is the sweet embrace;
Not one part's concealed by either,
All's as naked as your face.
Even her modest brother Joseph,
Joseph Andrews with his Fanny;
When they once had got their clothes off,
Had as little shame as any.
Such, dear Sarah, was the pleasure,
Pamela at last enjoyed;
Take them in their fullest measure,
Kissing never, never cloyed.
Oh, if I could once behold you,
Lying (naked on my bed);
In my arms I would enfold you,
I would (take your maidenhead!)
Sarah, live to love and pleasure,
Careless what the grave may say;
When each moment is a treasure,
Why should lovers waste a day?
Setting suns may rise in glory,
But, when little life is o'er,
There's an end of all the story,
We shall live and love no more!
Give me then, ten thousand kisses,
Give me all thy blooming charms;
Give me heavenly, melting blisses,
Lying naked in my arms!
A philosophical dandy thus vented his musings' upon Copulation: "The idea is old; the attitude queer; and the motion fully ridiculous; but all tends to the acme of felicity."
MISSY'S THOUGHTS.
(At a Boys' School.)
I'll tell my mammy when I go home,
The boys won't let my twat alone;
They pull my frock, and beg to see.
What can they want to do with me?
My sister Mary's twice as wild,
For she's fourteen, and I'm a child;
And if they tried to plague her so,
I think what bouncing Moll would do.
But why do the boys all tease me so,
And ask if I have a mouse to show?