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Rh A house in motion, to the eyes It seems as through the streets it flies. I see him through transparent glasses Loll at his ease as on he passes. Two pliant and elastic springs Carry him like a pair of wings. At Bath, his polished skin inhales Perfumes, sweet as Arabian gales. Camargot at the approach of night Julia, Gossin by turns invite. Love kind and bounteous on him pours Of choicest favors plenteous showers. To the opera house he must repair, Dance, song and music charm him there. The painter's art to strike the sight, Does there with that blest art unite; The yet more soft, persuasive skill, Which can the soul with pleasure thrill. He may to damn an opera go, And yet perforce admire Rameau. The cheerful supper next invites To luxury's less refined delights. How exquisite those sauces flavor! Of those ragouts I like the savor. The man who can in cookery shine, May well be deemed a man divine. Chloris and Ægle at each course Serve me with wine, whose mighty force Makes the cork from the bottle fly Like lightning darting from the sky. Bounce! to the ceiling it ascends, And laughter the apartment rends.