To the Large and Beautiful Miss . . . . . . .

IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE .

IMPROMPTU.

— Ego Pars — V IRG.

I N wedlock a species of lottery lies,
Where in blanks and in prizes we deal;
But how comes it that you, such a capital prize,
Should so long have remained in the wheel?

If ever, by Fortune's indulgent decree,
To me such a ticket should roll,
A sixteenth, Heaven knows! were sufficient for me;
For what could I do with the whole?
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