Poems, chiefly pastoral By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces |
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ACROSTIC.
P-ray tell me, says Venus, one day to the Graces,
(O-n a visit they came, and had just ta'en their places)
L-et me know why of late I can ne'er see your faces:
L-adies, nothing, I hope, happen'd here to affright ye:
Y-ou've had compliment cards ev'ry day to invite ye.
(O-n a visit they came, and had just ta'en their places)
L-et me know why of late I can ne'er see your faces:
L-adies, nothing, I hope, happen'd here to affright ye:
Y-ou've had compliment cards ev'ry day to invite ye.
S-ays Cupid, who guess'd their rebellious proceeding,
U-nderhand, dear mamma, there's some mischief a-breeding:
T-here's a fair one at Lincoln, so finish'd a beauty,
T-hat your loves and your graces all swerve from their duty.
O-n my life, says dame Venus, I'll not be thus put on,
N-ow I think on't, last night, some one call'd me Miss Sutton.
U-nderhand, dear mamma, there's some mischief a-breeding:
T-here's a fair one at Lincoln, so finish'd a beauty,
T-hat your loves and your graces all swerve from their duty.
O-n my life, says dame Venus, I'll not be thus put on,
N-ow I think on't, last night, some one call'd me Miss Sutton.
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