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TUNBRIDGE EPISTLES,
From Lady Margaret to the Countess of B------.
1767. Epistle IV.
" A Monday it rain'd a great part of the day, (Which is but a trifle to us that love play) So we sat ourselves down, for an hour or two, To taste the delights of a scramble at Loo. There was I, and my aunt, and that plague Mrs. Black, Who is sure to have all the good cards in the pack, And the pert affectation of little Miss Sly, Who knows how to make a good use of her eye; With these, Lady Fretful, that seldom refuses To think us all cheats, if her Ladyship loses; And old Sir John Grumble, who, give him but Pam, Is as still as a mouse, and as meek as a lamb."
TUNBRIDGE VERSES
O Fons Blandusiae !—Horat.
" O Precious fount! O chief among The chiefest blessings here below; Whose streams have flow'd all pure so long, And shall as pure for ever flow.
" Oft as the sweet return of May The sure revolving year shall bring, Thy votaries shall freely pay Due honours to thy sacred spring.
" When summer suns inflame the air, And all the town with raging heat, Here shall the nymphs and swains repair, And find a charming cool retreat.
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