The Auction (1778) [ People ]
… will you be lost! “No more from you will sav'ry incense rise, “To wake the sense to evening sacrifice; “O'er some old-fashion'd gaudy chimney plac'd, “Your Owner, bless'd with pride, but void of taste, “May leave your beauties to the dust … To paltry crimson dy'd, “You may become the Brothel's only pride! “Such is my fate; and such the sad rewards “Of Folly, Fashion, Vanity, and Cards. “Oh then, farewel! ye gay, much-lov'd delights! “Ye days of pleasure, and ye festive nights! …
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