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 We may say what we please, but those we can be the easiest and freest with, are ever those we like, not to say love the best.

With this strippling, all whose art of love was the action of it, I could without check of awe or restraint, give a loose to joy, and execute every scheme of dalliance my fond fancy might put me on, in which he was, in every sense, a most exquisite companion. And now my great pleasure lay in humouring all the petulances, all the wanton frolic of a raw novice just flesh'd, and keen on the burning scent of his game, but unbroken to the sport: and, to carry on the figure, who could better thread the wood than he, or stand fairer for the heart of the hunt?

He advanc'd then to my bedside, and whilst he faulter'd out his message, I could observe his colour rise, and his eyes lighten with joy, in seeing me in a situation as favourable to his loosest wishes, as if he had bespoke the play.

I, smil'd, and put out my hand towards him, which he kneel'd down to, (a politeness taught him by love alone, that great master of it) and greedily kiss'd. After exchanging a few confus'd questions and answers, I ask'd him if he would come to bed