Mrs N--wl--nd, No. 32, Goodge Street
The wanton, mighty Jove in all his glory,
With all the art of elegance divine
Found the nymph coy and blind to all his charms.
'Till changed at last into a golden flower.
The precious drops dissolved her into love.
How applicable these lines to Mrs N-----, to whom, not Jove himself would be acceptable without gold, and limping vulcan would be tenderly embraced if plentifully stored with it, she then can melt into transports, and make the present lover believe he is the only one, for whom she has a real regard.
In part, she says true; she has a real regard for him; which will continue as long as his purse or his liberality lasts or until she meets with a dupe, more rich or liberal.
Her age is about twenty, her eyes grey and lively, her complexion swarthy, her teeth and beauty middling, her temper agreeable - when she pleases. There is no ascertaining her price, it being always as much as she can get; and her commodity, like those fold by inch of candle, is always knocked down to the highest bidder. She has not been in life more than two years and the name she now goes by is that of her favourite man.
Hissy fits and E.A.S. in those days too...
