Ye Delicate Fair Maids

Ye delicate fair maids, with leave I maintain, That happiness here you may find, To yourselves I appeal for felicity's reign, When you find a fond youth to you mind.

When souls in soft union with fondness unite, Inexpressive endearments arise, Those symptoms of pleasure, Hope, Fear, &Delight Are announc'd by those tell-tales—the eyes.

Can the sop or the sribble such feelings excite? Come tell me, ye delicate maids, Can insipid coxbombs give beauty its right? No, no—they are shadows of shades.

Give me leave for to offer a man to your mind, When delicate pleasures invite, Accept of a Mason—try him, and you'll find He can pay beauty's bill upon sight.

His lips without words find the way to your hearts, When sympathies equal inspire, Such sweet repetitious of love he imparts, That heightens the flame of desire.

When beauty is lock'd in the charm of embrace, What feelings those pressures excite! In the arms of a Mason those pleasures you taste, When he opens the scene of delight.

When fleeting life's stopp'd, by a kiss of his lips, Love draws the dark curtain of night, Such pleasing Da Capo's—the eyes in eclipse Confirm the soft scene of delight.

A Mason you'll find him both true and sincere, And worthy to sleep in you arms; He's the man that can please you, my delicate fair, And the man only worthy your charms.