Answer To Lines From May Fair[1]
I In pity to the empty'ng Town, Some God May Fair invented, When Nature would invite us down, To be by Art prevented. II What a corrupted taste is ours When milk maids in mock state Instead of garlands made of Flowers Adorn their pails with plate. III So are the joys which Nature yields Inverted in May Fair, In painted cloth we look for fields, And step in Booths for air. IV Here a Dog dancing on his hams And puppets mov'd by wire, Do far exceed your frisking lambs, Or song of feather'd quire. V Howe'er, such verse as yours I grant Would be but too inviting: Were fair Ardelia not my Aunt, Or were it Worsley's writing.[2]
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