Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,
Who gayly rove at Tunbridge-Wells ,
With Pockets full, and empty Looks,
Raffling for every Toy - but Books;
Should ADDISON'S immortal Page,
(The Glory of his Land, and Age)
Want two Subscriptions to be full,
The World will dare pronounce you dull.

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That you have one Pretence to Taste.