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MG-B(H.783.017
12 Sep 1783:41 (1/18)
THE SEAT OF PLEASURE.
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A shepherd asks --
Tell me, ye powder'd beaux and belles,
In whom each soft attraction dwells;
Where is the place by heav'n design'd,
For beauty, wit and sense refin'd?
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Air.
'Tis plain; no doubt disturbs my mind,
And Dover is the place--
Where Jove our happiness design'd
And stor'd with every grace.
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Still pleasure crowns each gay pursuit;
Unheeded glides the day;
With songs, or with the merry flute,
We drive the night away.
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