A ROD FOR TUNBRIDGE BEAUS,
bundl'd up at the request of the TUNBRIDGE LADIES, &c.
In the dull Time of long Vacation, When each Man seeks his Recreation, And to some Rural place resorts, To save his Pence, or mind his Sports, When Vintners let their Drawers rest, And grow more humble to their Guest.
When W-----s and Lawyers share one fate,
And all the Town looks desolate : When ev'ry Village on the Thames, Is cram'd with City-Beaus and Dames, And Vintners send their burly Spouses To Hampstead, to their Country Houses: When the big Quality from Court, To Tunbridge, or the Bath resort, And all Mankind that are at leisure, Pursue some distant Rural pleasure:
'Twas then that I amongst the rest,
Sought with retirement to be blest,
And to repair distemper'd Nature,
Would rince my Guts with Tunbridge Water.
By th' help of Horses' nimble Heels,
I pac'd and gallop'd to the Wells,
Where I expected I should find
Diversions grateful to my mind,