Mrs. St—ton, at the Shoe-makers, Corner of Upper Newman-street.
All I ask of mortal man,
Is to — me whilst I can.
A fine plump widow bewitched, as she says, she is the wife of a captain S—n, who is gone abroad; but her passions are not to be confined, and thinking life not worth her care, without the thorough gratification of that most noble sense, she gives an uncontrolled loose to all her desires, and places the tree of life into the garden of Eden, as often as inclination invites, and opportunity gives leave; and so exquisitely toned are the most sensible parts, that all the senses seem swallowed up at once in the gulf of Venus; she is good-natured, and does not seem to make money so much the object as love, if she thinks she has a flash-man who is a posture-master; but is not to be had by a queer-cull. She will not refuse a guinea from any man, and will take half sooner than go without. This jolly agreeable piece lives in the first floor.