Royal Tunbridge Wells
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Most of the verses certainly deserved to be described as innocent, for they dealt, without malice and in a commonplace manner, with the place and the company. Subsequently these effusions were collected in such publications as Tunbridgiala and Tunbridge Epistles. A short selection, chronologically arranged, from the hundreds of pieces may not be without interest to a generation that leaves the making of occasional verse to the professional poets.
ON MRS. P[OTHI]LL1
" Polly, wanton, gay and airy, Wild as Buck, or Midnight Fairy, Blooming like Rose, and bright as Lilly, So pretty is, and yet so silly; To death I fret me at her Folly, Yet more than Life I love my Polly.
1 Mrs. Pothill, a beauty of the day, was in 1719 by one of the poets described as " intolerably fair."