72, MEMOIRS OF 



Mrs. Vyfe, herfelf a beautiful woman, 

 had a fair friend whofe name was Char 

 lotte Lynes. At a convivial meeting of 

 Lichfield gentlemen, moft of whom could 

 make agreeable verfes, it was propofed 

 that every perfon in company fhould give 

 a ballad or epigram on the lady whofe 

 health he drank. Mr. Vyfe toafted Mifs 

 Lynes, and, taking out his pencil, wrote 

 the following ftanzas extempore.. 



Shall Pope ling his flames 



With quality dames, 

 And ducheffes toaft when he dines -, 



Shall Swift verfes compofe 



On the Girl at the Rofe, 

 "While unfung is my fair Charlotte Lynes ? 



O ! were Ph rebus my friend, 



Or would Bacchus but lend 

 The fpirit that flows from his vines, 



The lafs of the mill, 



Molly Mogg, and Lepell, 

 Should be dowdies to fair Charlotte Lynes* 



Any porter may ferve, 

 For a copy, to carve 



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