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 Orange-Girl at Foote's 
 
 T O 
 
 SALLY HARRIS: 
 
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 The TOWN to the COUxNTRY POMONA, 
 AN HEROIC EPISTLE. 
 
 To the Ladies of this Virtuous \\ge. 
 
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 THE 
 
 ORANGE-GIRL at FOOTERS 
 
 T O 
 
 SALLY HARRIS. 
 
 ELCOMEjfair Nymph, fromHocK'RiLL's gloomy- 
 Plains, 
 
 To this gay Town, where wanton Venus reigns ; 
 Venus, who fmiles, rejolc'd in thee to gain, 
 An Acquifition to her blooming Train. 
 See unfeign'd Sorrow, Rage, and deep Defpair, 5 
 
 Seize on all Nelson's Nymphs, and Mitchell's Fair; 
 For much they fear that thy fieih, rural Charms, 
 Shou'dlure the waml'ring Rakes from their weak Arms. 
 See Pov;^ELL weeps, e'en-in her ncw-buIIt Coach, 
 And trembles for her Lord,* at . thy approach. co 
 
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 * Lord Sea FORTH.. 
 
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 while Stephenson plays o'er each winning Art, 
 
 7^0 guard the feeble Grosvenor's fickle Heart. 
 
 The proud Du Tay thy Charms with Envy fees, 
 
 Fearful left they young Egremont fliould pleafe. 
 
 With Grief fhc fees, as nearer you advance, 15 
 
 A Bloom fuperior to the Rouge of France; 
 
 Thy native Rofes make her falfe ones pale, 
 
 With Nature Art compar'd, will ever fail; 
 
 Welcome, dear Sifter, welcome. I alone. 
 Of all the Girls in this gay, vicious Town, 20 
 
 Thy Youth, thy Bloom, thy- Charms unmov'd can fee, 
 Untouch'd by Envy, free from Jealoufy. 
 Chcarful and young, and void, like you, of Art, 
 I truft to Nature's Charms to gain the Heart ; 
 'Tis Health's pure Bloom that o'er my Cheeks is fpread, 25 
 I ufe no artificial White and Red : 
 Each Wafh, each Daub, to Archer I refign, 
 Let her of Beauty a fair Picture fhine ; 
 None paint fo well, 'tis by the Town conftfs'd, 
 Excepther little lovely Sifter— -West ; 30 
 
 Leave
 
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 Leave them to blaze with Grosvenor from afar, 
 Like varnifh'd Dolls, hung out at Temple-Bar. 
 
 Like you, tho' gay my Heart, the' warm my Blood, 
 The tempting Pow'rof Love I long vvithftood ; 
 Not e'en Kildare my virgin Breaft cou'd move; 35 
 
 Fat Chewton fvveats in vain to gain my Love ; 
 To flatter me, the ever-gallant Hare 
 Leaves his lov'd Clarke a Prey to black Defpair. 
 For me young Charles f the Dice-boxoft foregoes, 
 And Cards forgot, for once with Love he glows. 40 
 
 Egmont forfakes his Hounds and favourite Horfe, 
 And, wond'rous ! quits for me th' unfinifK'd Courfe. 
 His budding Florns, while my foft Hand he prefs'd, 
 Craven ne'er felt— I fmil'd his Soul to ReH:. 
 Thefe, and a thoufand more, long ftrove in vain, 45 
 
 With Vows and Bribes, my Favour to obtain j 
 My generous Heart refus'd the proffer'd Bribe, 
 And fcorn'd the Macaroni fllken Tribe. 
 
 But Love, enrag'd that I flion'd brave his Pow'r, 
 Once, in a foft, unguarded, fatal Hour, 50 
 
 Produc'd 
 •f- Fo)c.
 
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 Prod uc'.d a manly Youth, blefl: with eacli Charm 
 
 To bhnd our Virtue, or our Pride difarm ; 
 
 Yet he was poor, unpcniion'd, and unplac'd, 
 
 Lord of no Lands, and with no Titles grac'd : 
 
 He ne'er had plunder'd India's hapleis Shore, 55 
 
 For Millions funk in Seas of native Gore : 
 
 To Fortune and to Fame he liv'd unknown, 
 
 New to the World, a Stranger to the Town. 
 
 With frefheft Health, and ftrongefl: Vigour blefi, 
 
 His amorous Hand firfi prefs'd my panting Bread. 60 
 
 -My timorous Steps with foft Pcrfuaiion led, 
 
 Where fportive Love h^d rais'd the wanton Bed ; 
 
 There clafp'd me ardent to hi? ftrong Embrace, 
 
 While Love and Fear fcrove, bluflbing in my Face ; 
 
 Till I, at length o'ercome, refign'd my Charms 65 
 
 To the warm Circle of his glowing Arms. 
 
 Far other was thy Fate, unhappy Maid ! 
 Whim and Caprice thy erring Heart betray'd : 
 In Lyttelton what did ft thou hope to find ? 
 His Body iscorn with Luft, with Vice his Mind; 70 
 
 Say,
 
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 Say, cou'dhis languid, his enervate Frame, 
 
 Wither'd aud dry, appcafe thy potent Flame ? 
 
 Thou, who (o oft had view'd both bad and good,ir 
 
 Love's Weapons better iliou'd have underllood. 
 
 Say thou, vvhofe large Experience ought to tell 75 
 
 How far one Man anotlier can excel ; 
 
 Or Fame's a Liar, or thy tender Hand, 
 
 The gallant Pembroke's mighty Spea,r has fpan'd. 
 
 Tall Cholm'ley's too, *' vvithadive Vigour ftrong, 
 
 *' Thick as thy Arm, ajnd faith almoft as long ;" * So 
 
 Yet wanton Grosvenor fays, infatiate Fair \- :^iu 
 
 Large as it is, there's not a Jot to fpare. 
 
 Such have you yievv'd, whom not thy magic Hand, 
 
 Nor all thy Art, could ever force to fland ; 
 
 Their Heads dejected, lofl: their youthful Pride, 85 
 
 Lifelefs they lay, like Blake by his young Bride + 
 
 While others, all impatient of the Deed, 
 
 Have darted o'er thy Charms th' impetuous Seed ; 
 
 Then while warm Blufhes crimfon'd o'er your Face, 
 
 You wifh'd th' Offender in his proper Place. 90 
 
 C But 
 
 •f Vid. The Rape of Pomona. * Rochester. 
 
 ;|: Arthur Blake, who run away withMifs Garland, which j'oung 
 Lady, by his own Account, is yet une veritable Ptuelk.
 
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 But maiden Fears and Modefty withftood 
 The Voice of Nature, and the Warmth of Blood ; 
 Till thy fond Heart to Lyttelton allow'd 
 To gain thy Virgin-Treafure — if he cou'd. 
 
 O, fcarce a perfed: Maid, yet fcarce a Whore, f 95 
 By mc inftruded, be deceived no more. 
 My Mufe experienc'd fliall direct thy Ways, 
 Thro' this enchanted Town's perplexed Maze ; 
 Teach thee (too well it knows} to fhun each Snare. 
 Laid for the young, the innocent, and fair. 100 
 
 Let not a Hayes, or Collins, with curft Art, 
 Tempt thee with Health and Liberty to part. 
 The haplefs Negro, from his native Land, 
 Borne to Jamaica's much more favage Strand, 
 To fome ftern Brute, on that accurfed Coaft, 105 
 
 Some human Brute, to every Feeling loft. 
 Sold as a Slave— and doomM to toil away, 
 In ceafelefs Labour, the long fcorching Day ; 
 
 To 
 
 ■f Pope's Sappho to Thaon. 
 
 *' O, fcarce a Youth, yet fcarce a tender Boy — "
 
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 To fmart beneath the Whip, to drag the Chain, 
 
 To hnger through a Life of Tears and Pain ; no 
 
 Wretch as he feems— light are his Woes, compar'd 
 
 With the poor Girl's, by fome old Bawd enfnar'd : 
 
 Her blooming Charms, her youthful Hours, are doom'd 
 
 To be by Anguifh and Difeafe confum'd ; 
 
 She's doom'd to be of Luft the abjed: Slave, 115 
 
 To end her Sorrows in an early Grave. 
 
 Far happier Lot, from fuch curft Bondage free. 
 
 Poor to remain, but bleft with Liberty. 
 
 Truft not alone to Beauty's fading Flower, 
 Or Youth's frefli Bloom, thy Fortune to fecure. 1 20 
 
 Bleft with Love's fweeteft Smile, with fparkling Eyes, 
 With Breafts of Snow, that foftly fall and rife, 
 WithYouth, Good-nature, and an Angel's Face, 
 And with a Shape that would a Venus grace, 
 Ill-fated Kitty wanders through theTovvnj 125 
 
 Her Charms negledled, and her Worth unknown : 
 She wants that winning Art, that certain Grace, 
 Which conquers furer than the faireft Face. 
 
 How
 
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 How ^<^w., like PoLLYjt find a faultlers Youth ? 
 How few can equal her in Love and Truth ? i ^o 
 
 See on herBreaft her chofen Eden lies, 
 *' And drinks delicious Poifon from her Eyes." % 
 Thy Park, O Greenwich, and each confcious Grove, 
 Is oft the Witnefs of their mutual Love. 
 Can that foft Flame flill dwell in Parson's Breafl:, 135 
 Which palfy'd Age, with his cold Hand has prefs'd ; 
 'Tis not her Charms, 'tis her ingenuous Mind, 
 That did a Grafton— doth a Dorset blind, 
 How ^cw^ like Harriet,'' rife to Wealth or Fame ? 
 What Crouds are funk in Poverty and Shame ! 140 
 
 See MuiRE and Kennedy declining faft. 
 And Thompson fcarce two Winters more will lafli. 
 Fled are thofe Charms which late fubdu'd each Heart, 
 Love and Champignon are compell'd to part, 
 Where are Duburgh, Coxe, Hayward, Spencer, 
 Stone? 145 
 
 Their Hour is paft, and they are now unknown. 
 Each Winter fees fome favourite Beauty rife, 
 She blooms all Spring, and in the Summer dies ; 
 
 The 
 
 •]■ Polly Jones. % Tote's Jbelard and Eloifa. 
 
 * Harriet Powell.
 
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 The Nymphs bound 'prentice to the wanton Trade 
 Are, like the daintieft Flowers that fooneft fade, 15a 
 
 Fair to the Eye, and to the Senfes fweet, 
 Men pluck, grow tir'd, and caft them at their Feet. 
 
 Be this your Plan, to this alone attend j 
 Seek not Admirers, gain one real Friend. 
 In public Places let your Charms be fhewn, 15^ 
 
 The loveliefi: Face is nothing, if unknown. 
 Gome then, dear Nymph, with me here take thy Stand, || 
 The Bafket dangling from thy fnowy Hand ; 
 Together thro' the Boxes will we go, 
 Whifper each Rake, and ogle every Beau. 16a 
 
 Thy wanton Eye, thy every graceful Charm, 
 E'en vigour-wanting Bunbury fliall warm. 
 To thee, on tiptoe foft, fee March advance, 
 Deck'd out in all the Frippery of France : 
 See atheift Twitcher comes, that old lewd Goat, 165; 
 Whofe harden'd Features every Vice denote ; 
 Let not his tempting Tongue thy Paffions move, 
 He'll pick your Pocket while he's making love.* 
 
 D Palb. 
 
 il At Foote's Theatre. 
 
 * Vid. an Heroic Epiftle to Sir William CHAMEERs'i-
 
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 Pale as the pamper'd Hope of fome fond Mother, 
 
 See Tommy Store r — Tonv^'s own dear Brother ; 1 76 
 
 A Pairfojuftly match'd, 'tis hard to tell 
 
 Which doth the other by one Vice excel. 
 
 See B-LiNGBR-KE, the gallant once and gay, 
 Gloomy and fad as the worft Winter's Day ; 
 The vilefl: Trull, cull'd fiomthe Strand's vile Hoard, 175 
 JReigns the proud Miftrefs of thatabjedt Lord. 
 
 But chiefly mark thatYcuthj who fl^ulks behind, 
 ■Sullen he feems, dejected much of Mind, ■-- 
 'Tis Lutt'rell — who betray 'd his Country's Caufe, 
 Laugh'd at her Rights, and broke, her nobleft Laws. 1 80 
 Shun him— -ye young, ye unfufpeding Fair, 
 For he is fkill'd to ruin and enfnare : 
 There's fcarce a Day but, by his Artbeguil'd, 
 Some frantic Mother weeps her wretched Child. 
 One Girl there was,* — Oh, 'tis a Tale of Woe, 185 
 
 Would make the Tears from fterneft Tyrants flow ; 
 
 Nor 
 
 * One Girl there was, &c. — The melancholy Story of this unhappy young 
 Lady, will foon be publilhed by a Friend of hers. — She is the fame young 
 Lady whofe Beauties are attempted to be defcribed in Verfe 121, &c. of 
 ^his Poem.
 
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 Nor have I Time, at prefent, to relate 
 The lofl:, forfaken Kitty's haplefs Fate. 
 
 Detefl: this vvorthlcfs Tribe, tliis vicious Race, 
 With their unhallow'd Touch, pollute not thy Embrace ; 
 Deaf to their Words, and to their Bribes prove blind, 191 
 We many Lutt'rells for one EdexN find. 
 
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