Hester Lynch Salusbury

No strumpet to kneel, and no Scotchman to plead,

What wonder Perreau had small chance to succeed,

Bright Butterfield’s Beauty ensur’d her Applause,

And Caroline’s Artifice laughs at the Laws;

Foul Murder found Refuge in Kennedy’s arms,

And trembling confess’d their all-conquering Charms;

But Modesty, Merit, and Marriage alone!

What hope of stuff making way to a Throne.