The following ACROSTICS were wrote at the Request of the Two Ladies who are the Subjects of them

Pray tell me, says Venus, one day to the Graces, (On a visit they came, and had just ta'en their places) Let me know why of late I can ne'er see your faces: Ladies, nothing, I hope, happen'd here to affright ye: You've had compliment cards every day to invite ye. Says Cupid, who guess'd their rebellious proceeding, "Underhand, dear mamma, there's some mischief a-breeding: "There's a fair one at Lincoln, so finish'd a beauty, "That your loves and your graces all swerve from "their duty." On my life, says dame Venus, I'll not be thus put on, Now I think on't, last night, some one call'd me Miss Sutton.