Sent in a Letter to the same Lady from Newbury, upon the Author's discovering that he had lost a Lock of Hair out of his Watch, presented to him in order to have a Ring made at Bath .

Ill fated Bard! what think you Fair?
I've lost your jetty Lock of Hair;
The Watch , unmindful of his Charge ,
Has let his Pris'ner 'scape at large;
Indulge me with a second Slip,
And if I make another Trip,
May G AINSBRO'S Pencil do you right,
And hang me up a dreadful Sight ;
May " Walk in, Master, " be the Cry,
To ev'ry Oaf that passes by;
Instead of Exhibition grand,
May I be posted in the Strand,
With foreign Birds, and Beasts of Prey,
To feast the Cits each Shop-shut Day:
Nay, further, to increase my Shame,
May Soul-gall'd Critics' damn my Farne.