HAVING STUNG THE THIGH OF AN OLD MAID.
On the annals of fame with Columbus you stand,
Who sought the American shore;
Advent’rous like him, you explore a new land,
Where none ever travell’d before.
EPIGRAM.
Women were born, so fate declares,
To SMOOTH our linen and our cares;
And ’tis but just, for, by my troth,