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
A beautiful black fringe borders the
_Venetian Mount_, and whether she pursues
the _Grahamatic_ method from a practical
knowledge of its increase of pleasure,
from motives of cleanliness, or as a cer-
tain preventative we will not pretend to
say; but we well know it makes her the
more desirable bed-fellow, and after
every _stroke_ gives fresh _tone and vigour_ to
the lately _distended parts_; her legs and
feet claim her peculiar attention, nor do
their _coverings_ ever disgrace their owner,
nor their actions under _cover_ ever do
injustice to that dear delightful spot they
are doomed to support, protect, and pay
just obedience to; _the eager twine_, the
almost unbearable press at the _dye away
moment_, with all _love's_ lesser _Artillery_, she
plays off with uncommon activity and
ardor, and drinks _repetition_ with thirst
insatiable. Half a guinea, and a new
pink ribband to encircle her bewitching
brows, is the least she expects for a night's
entertainment.
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entertainment. There are three or four
more ladies of _our_ order in the house, if
this lady should not exactly suit.
But being blest with beauty's potent spell,
Must from her other sisters bear the bell.
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Miss W--lk--ns--n, No. 10, _Bull-and-
Mouth Street_.
Forbidding me to follow she invites me,
This is the mould of which I made the sex,
I gave them but one tongue to say us nay,
And two kind eyes to grant.
Here we present our readers with as
pretty a man's woman as ever the
bountiful hand of nature formed; a
pair of black eyes that dart resistless fire,
that speak a language frozen hearts
might thaw, and stand as the sweet index
to the soul; a pair of sweet pouting
lips that demand the burning kiss, and
never receives it without paying with
interest; a complexion that would charm
the eye of an anchorite; a skin smooth'
as monument alabaster, and white as
Alpian snow; and hair that so beauti-
fully contrasts the skin, that nought
but nature can equal. Descend a little
lower and behold the semi-snow-balls.
"Studded
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"Studded with role buds, and streaked
with celestial blue,"
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