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V E R S E S,
OCCASIONED BY A COMPARISON WHICH WAS MADE
BETWEEN A YOUNG + LADY OF QUALITY,
OF DISTINGUISHED BEAUTY AND MERIT,
AND MISS LAWRENCE.
A SPASIA, Laura, lovely pair!
Each with love's fires the bosom warm, Both tender, virtuous, young and fair,
But yet by different means they charm.
Afpafia, birth and titles grace,
Yet is she humble, mild and free ; While Laura's stem no heralds trace, Yet
every look has majesty.
When blushes paint Aspasia's face,
Bespeaking modesty and sense, We almost think a court the place
To seek for conscious innocence.
When awful grace and dignity,
In low-born Laura's eye we find,
Aspalia, , Aspasia, every tongue must own, A NEW TALE
| Lady D. S----F,
Adds luftre e’en to princely state ;
I hat merit needs not to be great.
Though bless’d with ev'ry charm and grace,
Afpafia, grieve not then to see A lowly maid, in iniud and face,
Nam'd thus a rival e’en to thee.
And, Laura, thou this lesson hear,
That gentlest manners may be found, E’en in the high-exalted fair,
Whom poinp and vanity surround.
THE NAIAD OF BATH.
TO COLONEL S-----,
DEAR col’nel, you enjoind the task,
An easy one for you to ask,
As easy me to grant ; For where both join in sympathy, 'Tis very easy to agree,
To leek what both we want.
You bid me sing a hymn to health,
Without her favours bleft?
Come, goddess, come, propitious hear,
And lull our pains to rest.
I sung ;-the goddess heard my prayer,
“ To Avon's banks repair, " Where Bladud's waters fluw; “ There have I plac'd a lovely maid, "Lawrence, fair mistress of my trade,
" And substitute below.”
-Bat, oh! ye invalids beware
you approach the pump! for there
Cupid in ambush lies;
And kills us through her eyes.
But what kind caution e'er could fave,
As we too fondly know;
And me from head to toe.
GRAFTED ON AN OLD STORY,
THRO' Moorfields, at the peep of day,
A troop of sportsment took their way;
A bedlamite, by chance let out, With gaping grin admir'd the rout; And when the cava cade had passid, Beckon’d and bawld to stop the last. “Good friend (said he) pray let me know " What means this sort of raree show, “ And who's yon green coat riding there, " That cracks his whip with such an air ; “ Is he your brother? sure he is; “ For you're much like in dress and phyz.”
No, he's our 'quire (reply'd the other) But loves me better than a brother:
And well he may, for ne'er a man
“Well (faid the first) and pray what hire “May you have yearly from the 'squire ?"
A score (faid he) of yellow boys,
“ Has he a fon?” rejoin'd the fool ! Ay, but he's boarded out at school.
" What has his tutor by the year ?". As much as I, or very near.