Category: Poetry
An Address to a Wealthy Libertine or, the Melancholy Effects of Seduction; with a Letter from an Unfortunate Farmer's Daughter, to her Parents in Norfolk
Believe me, Sir; I do these lines impart With every pang that can corrode the heart; Bring to your mind a dismal scene late past, And let that guilty Amour be your last. Think of my friend that was of late so gay, By your vile arts dishonour'd and away; From every joy that ani...