Classic Poem

To a neglectful Correspondent in Town.

You give me pause — no Answer yet!
Let's see how long you've been in Debt —
'Tis near two Months — a shameful Date;
But say, why thus reflecting late?
You're like the French, in Treaty wise;
But soon (like them) throw off Disguize;
And break through ev'ry Promise made —
Pray leave to France this shuffling Trade —
The English are of diff'rent Breeding,
Such low Finesse not worth our Heeding.

I N future, treat me with Respect,
And lay aside this cool Neglect;
Nor further urge my Lady Muse,
The present Fault she may excuse;
But mark the Terms — without Delay
Dispatch a Line; a single Day
May so provoke her — take the Hint,
Or shortly you'll be chid in Print:
At present, with sincere Regard.
I rest your most pacific Bard.