Printed for the Society of Vice, The Pearl — The Budding Rose.
“ 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." ”
