Mrs. Moody and Mrs. Inchbald Became Friends in One Day, upon Turnham-Greer

No Rival Beauties here with jealous pride
The tyrant of the world their slave divide;
No Jersey or Fitzherbert here we find,
By turns embrac'd, or shifted, and resign'd;
No Pitt and Fox , in crowded Senates great,
The laurels of their eloquence debate;
No Syrian Hero, jealous of the Nile ,
With faint applause, at Nelson's feats can smile:
At once the two Elizabeths are found
In Friendship's wreath on consecrated ground,
A vein like theirs all jealousy refuses
There 's no competitor between the Muses.
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