Wrote at the Desire of a Widow Lady, in Answer to a Correspondent's Letter.

By an Agent, in a Trice,
This Reply to Mister R E . —
Having just perus'd your Letter,
Thus 'tis answer'd — wish 'twas better —
Wife, you say, is brought-to-Bed,
Triumph this for lordly head;
Give you Joy of this Event;
But must tell you I'm content:
Once I've ventur'd from the Shore,
Steer'd by matrimonial Oar;
Why again must put to Sea?
Single, happy, easy, free!
Tell the Truth — you envy M E .
I'll be cautious; 'tis a Lott'ry!
Still I find you deal in Flatt'ry:
Had you told your real Mind ,
Praises must been left behind;
'Tis a Medley, Life at best,
Good or bad we stand the Test.
Give my Compliments, and Joy
To your Spouse, on Birth of Boy;
If he features but his Dad,
He's a lovely, chopping Lad:
My Respects await on all,
Who, thro' Friendship's social Call,
Deem me worthy of their Note;
All , I say, no need to quote.

Not to kill you with Surprize,
By alarming Ear, and Eyes,
Explanation I've inclos'd,
Why my answer is not pros'd;
If you like the Bill of Fare,
Which is relish'd far and near,
Join your Vote and Int'rest too,
Much you'll honour Scribbler U;
And confer on me Regard,
By your Friendship to my Bard.