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"Well, the night comes, the Maid plies Clelia harder with Glasses than ever, not without mixing Friends to Venus in the Liquor, which was still advanc'd by the Discourse that was on purpose brought in by the Maid to stir up warm desires, when the Wine had already heated her blood; and all this had so good an effect, that when now she was going to Bed, she discours'd how welcome any Man wou'd be to her, if he had the happiness to attack her in that Condition, whilst the softer thoughts, and Ideas of Pleasure dissolv'd her Mind, and the effects of the Wine had enervated her Body, so that she could make little resistance."

— Anonymous

Author

Anonymous

Work Title

The Player's Tragedy. Or, Fatal Love, a New Novel

Place of Publication

London

Publisher

Randal Taylor

Date

1693

Metaphor

"Well, the night comes, the Maid plies Clelia harder with Glasses than ever, not without mixing Friends to Venus in the Liquor, which was still advanc'd by the Discourse that was on purpose brought in by the Maid to stir up warm desires, when the Wine had already heated her blood; and all this had so good an effect, that when now she was going to Bed, she discours'd how welcome any Man wou'd be to her, if he had the happiness to attack her in that Condition, whilst the softer thoughts, and Ideas of Pleasure dissolv'd her Mind, and the effects of the Wine had enervated her Body, so that she could make little resistance."

Metaphor in Context

He was extreamly pleas'd with the Project, and satisfy'd himself, that if at last he fail'd of gaining her Portion, by making her his Wife, yet he shou'd at least be happy in the possession of so Charming a Person, and that in so strange and uncommon a manner. Well, the night comes, the Maid plies Clelia harder with Glasses than ever, not without mixing Friends to Venus in the Liquor, which was still advanc'd by the Discourse that was on purpose brought in by the Maid to stir up warm desires, when the Wine had already heated her blood; and all this had so good an effect, that when now she was going to Bed, she discours'd how welcome any Man wou'd be to her, if he had the happiness to attack her in that Condition, whilst the softer thoughts, and Ideas of Pleasure dissolv'd her Mind, and the effects of the Wine had enervated her Body, so that she could make little resistance.
(p. 71-2)