The Cab: net of L o v E.

The Fires which the before had long conceal’d,Now rag'd aloft, and would not be repell’d.

She curs’d herself, that so much Time (he’ad spent,

And ne’er knew what delicious-meant.

Tho’ she was was to be marry’d the next Day,

She thought ’tvvas much too long for her to flay ;And thus to Tullia quickly she reply'd,

Have'I, dull I, to sixteen Years arriv’d,

And ne’er the Pleasure known of being-?

How many glorious Days have I pafs’d by,

And ne’er yet tasted this ecstatic!: Joy ?

'Till now a perfect Ideot I’ve liv’d,

And seem as from a Lethargy reviv’d.

Tis true, I’ve felt before, soft, gentle Fires,

Fin’d with strange Wishes, and unknown Desires.Oft have I wonder’d why my Blood should rise,My Spirits flash, and sparkle in my Lyes,

When Man has only kifs’d me by Surprise.Something it sill’d me with, I can’t relate,

And made me languish for I know not what.

But prithee, dearest Tullias now go on,

And finish what you have so well begun ;

Instruct me well in this mysterious Art,

And hide not from me the minutest Part,

The Tale you’ve told, has raised a furious Flame;Is there no Way you can its Fury tame ;

J cannot ’till To-morrow, cannot stay ;

Contrive before, this Lechery to lry,

My Finger I don’t like, for that’s a foolish Wcy.

!Tullia reply’d, my dear OSar^ia, you,

That I can teach, snail ev’ry Secret know.

Come this Way, I’ve a pretty Engine.here,

Which us’d to eaie the Torment;.of the Fair ;■

And next those Joys which aMan can give.This best a Woman’s Pastier, can relieve.

This D-’tis, with whi-'h I oft was wont.

T’affiyage-the raging of my lustful-:

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