Lady Mary Wortley Montagu - Epistle to Lord Hervey on the King's Birthday from the Country

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu - Epistle to Lord Hervey on the King's Birthday from the Country

Where I enjoy in contemplative chamber, br Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and ships of amber. br br Through shining crowds you now make way, br With sideling bow and golden key; br While wrapped in spleen and easy-chair, br For all this pomp so small my care, br I scarce remember who are there. br Yet in brocade I can suppose br The potent Knight whose presence goes br At least a yard before his nose: br And majesty with sweeping train, br That does so many yards contain, br Superior to her waiting nymphs, br As lobster to attendant shrimps. br I do not ask one word of news, br Which country damsels much amuse. br If a new batch of Lords appears, br After a tour of half six years, br With foreign years to grace the nation, br The Maids of Honour's admiration; br Whose bright improvements give surprise br To their own lady-mother's eyes: br Improvements, such as colts might show, br Were mares so mad to let them go; br Their limbs perhaps a little stronger, br Their manes and tails grown somewhat longer. br I would not hear of ball-room scuffles, br Nor what new whims adorn the ruffles. br This meek epistle comes to tell, br On Monday, I in town shall dwell; br Where, if you please to condescend br In Cavendish-square to see your friend, br I shall disclose to you alone br Such thoughts as ne'er were thought upon.


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