To Mrs. Caesar, At The Speaker's Lodgings At Bath.
When lately you acquitted me,
With Carteret I din'd;
And, in Return, (tho' grievous) thee
To Onslow I resign'd.
'Tis wise the happy Hour to seize;
For, search the Nation round,
Such Peers, or Commoners, as these,
Where are they to be found?
Our Situation's chang'd you see:
(How Pleasures fleet away!)
But Yesterday you envy'd me;
I envy you To--day.
poem by Mary Barber
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