Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,
Who gaily rove at Tunbridge–Wells,
With Pockets full; and empty Looks,
Raffling for ev’ry Toy–but Books:
Should Addison’s immortal Page
(The Glory of his Land and Age)
Want two Subscriptions to be full,
The World will dare pronounce you dull.
Be wise–subscribe–and shew, at least;
That you have one Pretence to Taste.
(Mary Barber)
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