The conjugal directory, or, The joys of hymen : a poem; in three books.

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[1825?]
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Credit: The conjugal directory, or, The joys of hymen : a poem; in three books. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Her heaving breasts, of purest snowy hue, Exactly round, and tempting to the view: Her ev’ry charm his lovesick heart inspires, And fills with love, and eager, fond desires. While yet he hangs upon the melting kiss, And sighing, panting, burns for higher bliss ; *¢ Haste, haste, (he cries) unloose the virgin zone, «* Andlet my charming bride be all my own.” —Rash youth desist!—Thy joys a while forbear, And think thy future offspring claims thy care ; Sooth thy fair spouse! With gentle kisses warm, While glowing blushes heighten every charm ; Let each delight thy raptur’d bosom prove ; But yet delay the last dear task of love: Fresh from the festal board, if thus you meet, Not long the transport, nor the bliss complete, While Love’s warm balm in vain you seek to pour, An unconcocted, tepid, drizzling show’r: For hence no males replete with gen’rous fire Shall spring ; no beauteous damsels call you sire. Weak, foul, mis-shap’d, soon verging tow’rds an end, Are the sad offspring which such rites attend ; For sages say, the warm and active juice, Which purple wines and Ceres’ gifts produce ; The kindly strength which feeds the genial flame Of love, or nourishes the vital frame: All these (a rude and indigested heap) Digestive pow’rs will ripen while you sleep ; Strain through unnumber’d tubes the flowing tide, And blood from chyle, and sperm from blood divide. Soft perspiration through the pores distills Superfluous moisture ; livelier vigour fills