The aimable Miss P Or Chesnut-street Charmer

When I forget thy charms fair maid to sing, Be my tongue mute and winter blast the spring. No lovlier nymph Columbia's plains adorn, Pride of her sex, beyond the wanton's scorn. Wit without impudence, and sense refin'd, In sweet Miss P***** artlessly are join'd; A nameless dignity unites with ease, And graceful step that ev'ry eye must please. A form so fair, so free from empty pride, Deserves a mate superior by her side— May some kind youth with merits like thy own With fondest love untie thy virgin zone.