350 WARWICKSHirxE HUNT. 



THE rUBLK BATHS. 



Here the grave aiitl niclaiicholic, 

 ( Wonders to thy Spa beh»iii>',) 



Quick resume their spirits, frolic, 

 Trip the dance, and trill the snug. 



See the heirless fertilizing. 



With a cheek of healthful glow ; 



Beans, late old, connubializing. 

 Yield, with grace, to Cupid's how. 



Damsels, almost past love's blisses, 

 Bathe the crow-foot from their eye ; 



Whilst their faithless tell-tale tresses 

 Take the lilooming auburn dye. 



Should one fiend thy Spa e'er lurk at, 



() ! it is a jdagny curse ; 

 Tap a Spring, at once, and burke that 



Devil, bhu^ — an empty purse ! 



(iay, then, to thy Spa would ride in 

 Jjovely belle, and happy beau ; 



Often, too, would cheerly glide in 

 Where the Golden Waters flow I 



Tho' subdued are all diseases 

 By that magic Spa of thine ; 



Give to me, for that best ]deases, 

 (loblets filled with rosy wine ! 



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