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RNYG.778.034
2 May 1778:33 (167)
Mr. Rivington,
Amongst the numberless beauties who honour your most
entertaining and elegant paper with their patronage, I dare
say you will join with me in thinking there is not one to
whom the following lines can possibly be applied. I
therefore hope you will reject them in your next Saturday's
gazette.
Yours, &c. &c. Major Sturgeon.
A mind of perverseness, a bosom of snow.
A face where the roses in petulance blow.
A smile that should mark a very good heart;
A form indebted to nature, not art,
Of virtue unstained, but by ill nature cross'd,
She's a morning in May, covered over with frost.
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