Miss Weathers.
Tell me her Name, whose Looks serene
Shew her a Goddess, or a Queen;
Who, if in turbulent Disguise,
Will make you shudder at her Eyes:
For her, all others I despise.
Rebus on Miss Sukey Dart.
Her Name has pierc’d my Heart,
And so we’ll never part;
With her I ne’er can feel a Smart.