IMPROMPTU LINES,UPON ANACREON MOORE’S SAYING THAT HE DISLIKED SINGING TO MEN.By Beauty’s caresses, like Cupid, half-spoil’d,Thus Music’s and Poesy’s favourite childExclaim’d,—“’Tis, by Heaven! a terrible thingBefore ahe-party to sit and to sing!”“By my shoul! Master Moore, you there may be right,”Said a son of green Erin; “tho’ dear to my sightAre all the sweet cratures, call’d women, I swear,Yet I think we can feel just as well as the fair:Tho’ you’d bribe us with songs, blood and ’ounds! let me say,I’d not be a woman for one in your way.”
By Beauty’s caresses, like Cupid, half-spoil’d,Thus Music’s and Poesy’s favourite childExclaim’d,—“’Tis, by Heaven! a terrible thingBefore ahe-party to sit and to sing!”“By my shoul! Master Moore, you there may be right,”Said a son of green Erin; “tho’ dear to my sightAre all the sweet cratures, call’d women, I swear,Yet I think we can feel just as well as the fair:Tho’ you’d bribe us with songs, blood and ’ounds! let me say,I’d not be a woman for one in your way.”