by John Cunningham
ON POLLY SUTTON .
" Pray tell me, says Venus, one day to the Graces,
(On a visit they came, and had just ta'en their places)
Let me know why of late I can ne'er see your faces:
Ladies, nothing, I hope, happen'd here to affright ye:
You've had compliment cards every day to invite ye. "
Says Cupid, who guess'd their rebellious proceeding; —
" Understand, dear mamma, there's some mischief a-breeding:
There's a fair one at Lincoln, so finish'd a beauty,
That your loves and your graces all swerve from their duty. "
" On my life, says dame Venus, I'll not be thus put on,
Now I think on't, last night, some one call'd me Miss Sutton. "
Last updated January 14, 2019