The English Dance of Death from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson, with metrical illustrations, by the author of "Doctor Syntax" [i.e. William Combe] |
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Belinda was both rich and fair,
Of hoarded Wealth the only Heir;
And with such precious virtues fraught,
No wonder she was fondly sought
By many, anxious to receive
The Happiness which she could give.
A Colonel for her Favour sued,
A Lawyer too the Maiden woo'd;
A Parson hop'd the Prize to get,
While a proud, well-bred Baronet,
Who many a year had pass'd his heigh-day
Wish'd much to make the Miss a Lady;
A Quaker likewise came to try
His Plainness and Simplicity:
He knew she was a Girl of Whim,
And thought that she might fancy him.
A Doctor also join'd the Tribe,
And he had ventur'd to prescribe
Something that might his Patient suit,
A Licence, and a Ring to boot.
Of hoarded Wealth the only Heir;
And with such precious virtues fraught,
No wonder she was fondly sought
By many, anxious to receive
The Happiness which she could give.
A Colonel for her Favour sued,
A Lawyer too the Maiden woo'd;
A Parson hop'd the Prize to get,
While a proud, well-bred Baronet,
Who many a year had pass'd his heigh-day
Wish'd much to make the Miss a Lady;
A Quaker likewise came to try
His Plainness and Simplicity:
He knew she was a Girl of Whim,
And thought that she might fancy him.
A Doctor also join'd the Tribe,
And he had ventur'd to prescribe
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A Licence, and a Ring to boot.
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