Then I may claim it as my right and due, The law then gives it me! It is not you;
If you would have me think't a kindness shown, Then give it freely whilst it is your own.
THE LADY AND PHYSICIAN
Fair Urfly, in a merry mood,
Consulted her physician,
What time was best to stir the blood,
And spirits, by coition.
Quoth Woodward, if my judgment's right,
An answer worth returning;
You'll find it pleasantest o'er night,
Most wholesome in the morning.
Quoth Urfly, then, for pleasure's sake,
Each evening will I take it;
And ev'ry morning when I wake,
My constant physic make it.
THE FIG LEAF
Did ladies now (as we are told
Our great grandmother did of old)
Wake to a sense of blasted fame,
The fig-tree spoil to hide their shame,
So num'rous are those modern Eves,
A forest scarce could find them leaves.
VOLUPTUOUS CONFESSIONS OF A FRENCH LADY OF FASHION
[Translated from the French}
PART I
— Continued from page
Everything was in the same state as I have described, but a ladder was necessary, and I knew that there was one to be found in a passage near a linen cupboard. The pair of steps was very heavy, but the burning fire of curiosity that animated my movements doubled my strength. I dragged it into the alcove, found the hole and the canvas that was stretched in front of it, and with a pair of scissors I cut a small piece out of the picture. To my satisfaction, I found I could thus have a good view of the entire room, and above all — of the bed.