Poem by John Gay

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If the heart of a man is deprest with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears;
Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Roses and lillies her cheeks disclose,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her,
With blisses,
Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose.

1. An Elegy on a Lap-dog
2. To a Young Lady, with Some Lampreys
3. Sweet William's Farewell to Black-Ey'd Susan
4. To a Lady
5. The Quidnunckis

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