Toll, Loll, Loll

AS one day at home in a maudlinish mood,
Like dull Porter Drinkers, I drowsily stood,
Heavily humming out, Toll, loll, loll, loll.
The Fair of my Fancy whisk'd into the room,
All lovely she look'd, like a May morning's bloom;
Her form was, but forming a Simile's flat,
Think all that you can think, and she was all that.
I quickly left yawning, Toll, loll, loll, &c.

On a Sopha she sunk, as if failing in strength,
Then gracefully wanton, fell back at full length,
In attitude temptingly, tuning Toll, loll.
I begg'd for the Words, but her smiling express'd,
What Words among friends? try the Tune 'twill do best.
'Twas a hint, and I instantly 'rose to her Wishes,
Fell into her arms, there she fed me with Kisses,
For Kisses are Symphonies, Toll, loll, &c.

As if just awaken'd, inclining her head,
Her eyes pleasure sparkling, short sighing she said
"How sweet is the found of Toll, loll?
"All Art in Enjoyment's profane Affectation,
Possession's true Pleasure, is prompt Inclination;
"When Souls in sweet Unison, blend their Embraces
"Then, then, and then only, Love's gamut has Graces?
Toll, loll, loll, &c.

It is Taste at an Op'ra, to Pantomime Pleasure,
O'ercome by the magic of Harmony's measure,
And seem to expire with Toll, loll, loll, loll
But Nature's nice organs, have nobler sensations,
Not bodiless sounds, but corporeal vibrations;
In these dear Da Capos, both equal advancing,
Elastical Arteries full Chords are dancing,
Toll, loll, loll, &c.

To practise Love's lesson exceeds all the schools,
Scarlatti and Handell, and such folks were fools,
At Toll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll.
They Harmony made out of half Tones and whole,
To lull lady's ears, but 'tis Love charms the Soul;
When lips to lips tuning soft Symphonies tender,
The heart beating Preludes, denote a surrender
Of Toll, loll, loll, &c.

'Tis Music and Love, or the Music of loving,
That only the life which we live for is proving,
Toll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll.
Tho' Int'rest makes Freedom pay Wedlock's expences,
Yet Love for Love leads up the Dance of the Senses;
Where Jealousy frights not, nor Folly is teazing,
There may we enjoy the true pleasure of pleasing.
Toll, loll, loll, loll, &c.