^3° THE BEE, OR Feb. 5, 



jii Petition from the Ladies of Edinburgh to DoSior 

 Moyes. 



Dear Doftor, let It not tranfpire, 



How much your lectures we admire ; 



How at your eloquence we wonder, 



When you explain the caufe of thunder, 



Of lightning, and of electricity, 



With fo much plainnefs and fimplicity : 



The origin of rocks and mountains. 



Of feas and rivers, lakes and fountains, ; 



Of rain and hail, and froft and fnow. 



And all the winds and ftorms that blow : 



Befides an hundred wonders more. 



Of which we never heard before. 



But now, dear Doctor, not to flatter. 



There is a mofl important matter; 



A matter which you never tonch on, 



A matter which our thoughts run much on ; 



A fubjeft, if we right conjefture. 



Which well deferves a long long lecture, 



Which all the ladies would approve, 



Tlie natural hiftory of love. 



Oh lift' to our united voice. 



Deny us not, dear Doctor Moyes ; 



Tell us, why our poor tender hearts 



So willingly admit love's darts : 



Teach us the marks of love's beginning ; 



WTiat is it makes a beau fo winning ; 



What makes us think a coxcomb witty, 



A dotard wife, a red coat pretty : 



Why we believe fuch horrid lies, 



That we are angels from the Ikies ; 



Our teeth are pearl, our cheeks are rofes; 



Our eves are liars ; fuch charming nofes I 



Explain our di'eams, waking and fleeping ; 



-Explain our laughing and our weeping ; 



