To
ARTEMISIA
.
Dr.
KING's
Invitation
to
BELLVILL
:
Imitated
.
IF
Artemisia's
Soul
can
dwell
Four
Hours
in
a
tiny
Cell
,
(
To
give
that
Space
of
Bliss
to
me
)
I
wait
my
Happiness
at
three
.
Our
Tommy
in
a
Jug
shall
bring
Clear
Nectar
from
the
bubbling
Spring
:
The
Cups
shall
on
the
Table
stand
,
The
Sugar
and
the
Spoons
at
hand
:
A
skilful
Hand
shall
likewise
spread
Soft
Butter
on
the
yielding
Bread
;
And
(
as
you
eat
but
mighty
little
,
And
seem
an
arrant
Foe
to
Vittle
)
You'll
cry
perhaps
,
One
Bit
may
do
,
But
I'm
resolv'd
it
shall
be
two
:
With
you
and
your
Amanda
blest
,
Care
flies
away
from
Mira's
Breast
;
O'er
stubborn
Flax
no
more
I
grieve
,
But
stick
the
Needle
on
my
Sleeve
:
For
let
them
work
on
Holiday
,
Who
won't
be
idle
when
they
may
:
If
I
must
fret
and
labour
too
,
Like
Caricus
and
Lumberloo
;
As
well
I
might
,
like
Simoneer
,
Be
plagu'd
with
sixty
Pounds
a
Year
.
What
Nymph
,
that's
eloquent
and
gay
,
But
owes
it
chiefly
to
her
Tea
?
With
Satire
that
supplies
our
Tongues
,
And
greatly
helps
the
failing
Lungs
.
By
that
assisted
we
can
spy
A
Fault
with
microscopick
Eye
;
Dissect
a
Prude
with
wond'rous
Art
,
And
read
the
Care
of
Delia's
Heart
.
Now
to
the
Company
we
fall
,
'Tis
Me
and
Mira
that
is
all
:
More
wou'd
you
have
—
Dear
Madam
,
then
Count
me
and
Mira
o'er
agen
.