VI. Then pray make a ballad about her; We know you have wit if you'd show it, Then don't be asham'd, You can never be blam'd, For a prophet is often a poet. VII. But why don't you make one yourself, then? I suppose I by you shall be told, Sir: This beautiful piece, Alas, is my niece; And besides, she's but five years old, Sir. VIII. But tho', my dear friend, she's no older, That this angel at five, Will, if she's alive, Be a goddess at fifteen, Sir. ON THE DEATH OF LADY ABERGAVENNY :* BY A LADY. YE Muses all, and pitying virgins, come pour your tears on poor Calista's tomb. In the cold mansions of the silent grave, May her remains a sanctuary have From the malignant blasts of sland'rous tongues, Who have pursu'd her name with cruel wrongs; Catherina Tatton, daughter of Lieutenant-general Tatton, and wife of Edward, thirteenth Lord Abergavenny; he dying in 1724, in the 19th year of his age, his wife re-married, in 1725, William, fourteenth Lord Abergavenny, his successor, she dying 4th of December, 1729, in childbed, in less than one month after the detection of a criminal correspondence with Richard Lyddel, Esq. against whom Lord A. brought an action for damages, and recovered five thousand pounds. May all her faults for ever be forgot, Again thy life and freedom I restore; Now, go thy way, and look thou sin no more." Th' accusing Jews were juster far than you, By conscience self-condemn'd, they all withdrew; But amongst those who mangle thus her fame, How many's crimes, tho' not their fates the same! Henceforth for ever cease her name to tax, Nor with foul calumny abuse her sex. ON LADY ABERGAVENNY: BY CHARLES, DUKE OF DORSET. YOUNG, thoughtless, gay, unfortunately fair, By friends deserted, of defence forlorn, The novel of the young, the lecture of the old; With rigour's utmost force her hapless fate; |