Verses addressed to Mrs. GREVILLE, for the unbounded pleasure she gave the Author, on seeing her in the Irish…

When first I view'd thy lov'ly form, fair lady, It was in the part of Widow Brady, Where, I confess, you struck me with surprize, You caught my heart, and ravish'd both my eyes. Ah! cruel Greville! thus to wound a youth, Whose heart for you has hoarded up its truth; Then pray restore his injur'd sight again, Nor let him thus bemoan his loss in vain. O! did you know the anguish of his heart, Some unfeign'd kindness you would sure impart; Nor let a tender soul thus humbly sue, Ah! dearest madam! for the charms of you. O! give your smiles, and ever ease the pain Of your submissive, and expiring swain. Adieu.