Richmond Enquirer

From the London Morning Chronicle,

The Sale of Loves.

A Ballad—By Thomas Moore, Esq.

I dream'd that in the Paphian groves,
Where, by the myrtle's hue nigh lay tax,
I caught a tighter within Love's,
Amidst the rose buds playing.

Some Juno, had left their silver still,
While we were full in feather—
So pretty a lot of Loves to sell,
Were ne'er yet strung together.

Come buy my Loves,
Come buy my loves—
Ye dames, and rose-lipp'd Misses!
They are new and bright,
The lot is light—
For the twin of this file is kisses.

First Cooris came, with blushes sedate,
The sun on her lips ne'er steady;
'I buy,' quoth she, 'my love by weight,
Full grown, if you please, and ready.'

'Let mine be light,' said Fasar, 'pray,
Such lasting toys undo one—
A light little dove that will last a day,
Tomorrow I'll sport a new one.'

Come buy my Loves,
Come buy my Loves—
Ye dames and rose-lipp'd Misses!
Here's some with wit, and some light and cheap,
At from ten to twenty kisses.

The learn'd Prue took a pert young thing,
To divert her virgin muse with—
And pluck'd some things a quill from his wing,
To indite her bill and coo with.

Port Caurus would give her a well fledge'd pair,
H. only eye, if you'd ask it—
And turtledove's, big t—th's, fair,
For the youngest love in the tinsel!

Come buy my Loves,
Come buy my Loves—
Ye dames and rose-lipp'd Misses!
Here's some with wit,
Some light and cheap,
At from ten to twenty kisses.

But woe was left when Susan came,
One worth them altogether,
At sight of her dear tooks of shame,
He smiled and pruned his feather.

She wish'd the boy—'twas more than whim;
Her looks, her sighs, betray'd it—
Cozen's wares were not enough for him,
I used a heart and she paid it!

Good bye, my loves,
Good bye, my loves—
'Twould make you smile to've seen it;
First traded off this
Crewel child of bliss,
And then kiss'd the boy between us.