Royal Tunbridge Wells
There foreign princes, envoys, plenipo's, Germans and Russian, Frenchmen, Friends and Foes, All crowd to catch the Ministerial look And pay obeisance to th' Almighty D . . . ke. But who comes here so gallant and so airy ? Oh ! 'tis the pulvill'd and the gay Sir H . . rr . . y, Painted for sight and essenc'd for the smell, In spite of nine and forty he looks well. Vermillion lends his Cheeks a blushing grace, And fills up all the furrows of the Face.
O Lady K.....why are you alone ?
Why were the dear Miss P . . . . ms left in Town ?
But for amends here easy L . . . . n swims
In loose undress and negligence of Limbs;
So indolently gracefull you wou'd swear
'Twas Cleopatra's self that saunter'd there.
Nor let us pass the little face of Nevill,
Long since styl'd decent, sensible, and civil,
And sure that praise was true;—but why my dear,
So very intimate, so close with F . . . . r ?
O happy F . . . ! whose husband roams abroad,
And leaves her eas'd of that ungratefull load,
Leaves her to Love and A.....y free,
Leaves her to Tunbridge Walks and Liberty ! These are the prime—the rest 'twere long to tell, Who in the Wilds of Kent and Yorkshire dwell, Misses and Fops, 'twere tedious to rehearse, Coxcombs below the Dignity of Verse. Peace then B . . . . by, whom his Name describes, A clumsy dunce among the Female tribes : To Joke the awkward heavy Coxcomb tries, And thinks each Woman that beholds him dies. Peace to the stale impertinence of Colly, His old, absurd, and out of fashion'd folly;