To a Vain Young Lady

Didst thou think less of thy dear self

Far more would others think of thee!

Sweet Anne! the knowledge of thy wealth

Reduces thee to poverty.

Boon Nature gave wit, beauty, health,

On thee as on her darling pitching;

Couldst thou forget thou'rt thus enrich'd

That moment would'st thou become rich in!

And wert thou not so self-bewitch'd,

Sweet Anne! thou wert, indeed, bewitching.