Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788Anonymous
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Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788
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English wit and humor; Prostitution -- England -- London -- Humor; Sex -- Humor
This lady is about twenty-five, very
short, with dark hair and black eyes;
and was it not for her nose, which is quite
of the pug cast, we might stile her a com-
pleat black beauty; her _toute ensemble_
is very agreeable, and her blandishments
make her a desirable companion, as she
dresses in the height of the _ton_, sports an
elegant _rattler_, and at present figures a-
way in the first line. She has got a smat-
tering of the French and Italian (from
which last place she is lately come over,)
where we are told a prince of the blood
took particular notice of her, and learnt
her musick and dancing; it is about ten
months since we have been able to pre-
sent her to our readers, and if you sleep
a night with her, not less than half the
number of guineas will satisfy.
Miss
( 100 )
Mrs. W---d, No 3, _Lisle-street, Leicester
Fields_.
Oh! that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice.
Mens palates are as various as their
faces, and like a good ordinary we would
offer up a dish for every palate. In the
time of the ancient Romans we are told
that the fat paps of the sow where held a
great dainty. For those that have a re-
lish for such a repast we recommend
Mrs. Wood, and can assure them, such
paps as she possesses are seldom to be met
with. She keeps the house, and is wife
to 'squire P--'s coachman, late of the sta-
bles, Bolton street; her front is well bra-
zen'd; her face is continually upon the
full grin, and as for talking bawdy, swea-
ring, or bare fac'd indecency, she could
vie with the ancient _Meselina_ of Rome;
she dispenses her favours for any sum to
one whose arms are sufficiently long to
embrace her, and may do now, but in
the dog days must be intolerable.
Miss
( 101 )
Miss J--nes, No. 75, _Newman-Street,
Oxford-Street_.
------------Oh she's all softness,
All melting mild, and calm as a rock'd infant;
Nor can you wake her into cries, by heaven!
She's the child of love, and she was born in
smiles.
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