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And in this heathen savage settlement,
How good it is to meet a sister-soul.
You have known London, Madam? Paris, too?
Nay, never tell me you are not from town—
Perchance, have been on birthdays to the Court?
Not so? Ah, well, when mourning days are done,
Then you must come to Mistress Pomeroy!
I have a baby in the London mode,
With all the fine new fashions of Cornhill,
Twice yearly sent me hither, and such lace!
French lace, that never paid a Customs due;
And scented essences, if you should lack,
I have from Europe, and my private Still—
Amber and Frangipanni, Neroly,
With Almond Water Washes; Jessamine
Pulvilios, Sweets of Portugal to burn,
Amber Confections, and Extract of Pearl,
Barbadoes Water, Citron, Anise-seed;
And, for the spleen and vapours, Eau-de-vie.
Then, if your taste incline to amulets,