a^S poelry. Feb. 22, 



To whom ftiall I addrefs this ?— -my fir;t scroll ! 



Why, says the muse, if you'll be rul'd by me, 

 Addrefs it to that honest hum-drum soul, 



The Editor of our new weekly bee. 



I will ! I will! — do, pray, kind sir, accept it. 



But /hould you throw it by, and then neglect it, 

 You'll put me in a mighty raging paiVion. 



What then? — Why, sir, you know it is the falhion 

 Still to this day, as 'iwas in former times. 



To d — mn the man who woot insert our rhymes. 

 This, sir, is done by many a scribbling elij 

 You he cannot d~mn, but well may d--mn himself. 



Kind Mr Editor 'tis my intention 



To write some otbrr things as well ti odes, 



In humble hopes that my poor, wtak invention 

 Will be made strong by muses' aid, and g-ds j 



I mean the gods, so do not call me bold. 



That poets made their own in days of old. 



Now, sir, with glee I'll say a few words more. 



And tho' I am unfit thee t-o advise, 

 I'll tell you, sir, what you must know before. 



One word is all-suthcient to the wise. 

 And what is this one word to be. 



You certainly will alk the soaring poet j 



Why then, sir, since you're curious for to know it, 

 It is to print this in your weekly bee. 



THE COMPLAINT, BY A LADY. 



Al AS I how hard is woman's lot ! 



To prize, to love, yet be forgot ! 



Our hearts for one with fondncfs glow, 



Whosr charms we feel, whose worth we know; 



Who fills alone, by day, our breist. 



And robs^ by night, our eyes of rest: 



While he, perhaps, whom thus we prize. 



Seeks distant lands, and diff'rent Ikies j 



Around the world can lightly rove, 



'Scape thought and all the cares of love; 



Seek pleasure in her varied form, 



Aiid thus diftolve the tyrant's charm. 



But we, by iron custom's doom, 



Must live, and think, and sigh at home; 



Forbid to wander as we please, 



Mix with the gay, consult our ease; 



Deny'd th' amusements of the day, 



To chace our irksome thoughts away, 



We o'er our cares are left to brood, 



In silence and in solitude. 



