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Each due Convenience for your Ease prepare:
But moft, ye Nymphs, of lacing close, beware;
Left, by a Fit surpriz'd, you, swooning, fall,
Disturb the Feast, or interrupt the Ball:
Then the Breast heaves, the Bluff the Cheek forsakes,
Till some kind Hand the Whalebone Prison breaks:
Mean while, an Am'rous Youth may steal a Kiss;
Or snatch, unfelt, perhaps, a greater Bliss.

I much approve, when Snowy Breasts are seen
Of Fragrant Sprigs the Nosegay stuck between:
The Scent and Object make us half despair,
And ardent Lovers wish their Lips were there.

When for the Morning Air abroad you steal,
The Cloak of Camlet may your Charms conceal;

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