Miss L—nds—y, No 13, Little Portland Street.
What pity 'tis so fine a face and form
Should suffer pride, the cankerworms of joy,
That beauty to deform.
If a warm son of Bacchus, flush'd with the fullness of desire impetuous, Would wish to melt a haughty temper down to the standard of all complying love, let him repair to this imperious golden hair'd beauty, for however proud, she will stoop to conquer any bold invader; and you may lay her on her back by closing with her in the athletic exercise of wrestling, as she is very fond of Cupid's hug, and the amorous lock, and will wait your further attack with becoming spirit, and engage your champion of her ring, with a grasp, till he is reduced to bend beneath the powerful squeeze, and yield all the metal he has about him to his circling antagonist, who, so far from behaving ungenerous, will give out in exchange as much, or more rich treasure of another coin, in token of mutual amity; in short she is as smart a little girl as you will in general see of her complexion and size, and borrows her name from a gentleman who is a very good friend, but does not expect her to confine the whole of her favours to him alone; but allows her to pick up her odd guineas as she pleases.