Miss Elizabeth Watkins
Miss Elizabeth W—tk—ns, Little Chesterfield-Street.
Loves subtle fluid, and life's thrilling kiss
Glide thro' her frame, and speak the coming bliss.
In this age of gallantry and pleasure, when epicurism is so much practised, and variety so much sought after, we are happy in being able to serve up a dish to every palate, and here present our readers with as delicious a one (that is when she does not smell of brandy) as would be provided by the hand of luxury itself, and stimulate the most languid appetite to fall on with the greatest gou; for in Betsy is comprised an epitome of delight, rather above mediocrity in her size, fine dark eyes and hair, and a fine durable complexion, and teeth that needs not the dentist nor his dentrifice; and a pair of tempting full formed breasts, made for the swelling yielding joy, and to send the murmurring sigh of rapture to the breathing trembling lips; and at the critical juncture of supreme pleasure, her whole spirit seems to dissolve within her, weep thro' all her frame with exquisitely thrilling languor, and pour down to the centrical point from every Cyprian spring a whole flood of liquid life: for a nocturnal bathe in this Cyprian spring, she expects at least two guineas.