were ready to burst? look to't, have a care of a Cancer, draw 'em down, draw 'em down, for let me tell you Jewels, it may be dangerous for you to go thus long without Cultivation—
Eli.
What wou'd you have us do Madam?
Tour.
Do Violet? why do as all the World does beside, lose no Time, catch him by the Forelock, get a Man to your mind—I'll acquaint you with one that's as true as the day, that will Fight like a Lion, and Love like a Sparrow—He has Eyes as black as Slows, you can hardly look on 'em, and a Skin so white—and soft as Sattin with the Grain: And for thee Tulip—
Tour.
For thee Hony-Suckle, such a Man, well, I shall never forget him, such a strait bole of a Body, such a Trunk, such a shape, such a quick strength, he will over any thing he can lay his hand on, and Vaults to Admiration.
Eli.
But Madam, will you provide us Lodgings on occasion—
Tour.
The Richest in the Town, the costliest Hangings, great Glasses, China Dishes, Silver Tables, Silver Stands, and Silver Urinals—And then these Gallants are the closest Lovers, so good at keeping a Secret— Well, give me your Man that says nothing, but minds the bus'ness in hand—For a Secret Lover's like a Gun charg'd with White Powder, does Execution but makes no noise.
Cel.
Well, and let me tell you that's the Point, Madam—
Tour.
Ay, and 'tis a Precious Point, a Feeling Point, and a Pleasing Point; you shall know him, you must know him, I shall dye if you don't know him—He has the fling of a Gentleman.
Eli.
Pray Madam, how's that?
Tour.
Why thus Apricock—Into your Arms, then stops your Mouth with a double-tongu'd English Kiss, that you can't be angry with him for your Blood.
Cel.
I know 'tis my filthy Country way—But I'll assure you if he should serve me so, my Blood would rise at him.
Tour.
But then you'd repent and fall before him, for he has the most particular obliging way, and she whom he particularly loves, is so oblig'd with his Particular—Well, for my part, my Twins of Beauty, I set an infinite Value on their Charesses, Distresses and Addresses; nay, I cou'd refuse a Quilt Imperial, to be oblig'd by them, tho on the bare Boards, or the cold Stones.
Eli.
But, Madam, are they in being—
Tour.
They are my Blossoms—Then they Kiss beyond Imagination, just for all the World as when you cut a pure Juicy China Orange, the Goodness runs over—Lord! now it comes in my Cogitation, I'm just now going to take a View of'em in Luxemburg Garden, where, if you