Exhibition of Female Flagellants

O, with what bloom, what flower of youth she shone!How her cheeks blush'd a colour all her ownA genuine red, like roses newly blown!With her what woman could pretend to vieA whiter sorehead, or a lovelier eye?

Whose frame was like the world, an eloquent soulSpoke in each part, and sparkl'd thro' the whole!Each ***lib did wanton Loves and Graces bear:There lodg'd their arms, their bows and arrows there.

Her front like marble smooth, like lilies whiteFair Cynthia lustred o'er with silver light;Upon her cheeks Aurora Roses spread,And dy'd 'em in the Morning's brightest red!Venus the sweetly charming smile imprest,And her soft lips with balmy pleasures bless 'd;While love, the god himself, o'er all the mass,Dancing delightful shew'd his heavenly face,Led on the laughing Joys, and every filler Grace.

What thought can paint that fair perfection?Not sea-born Venus, in the courts beneath,When the green nymphs first kissed her coral lips,All polished fair, and washed with orient beauty,Could in their dazzling fancy match her brightness.Her legs, her arms, her hands, her neck, her breasts,So nicely shaped, so matchless in their lustre,