A
RECEIPT
to
Cure
the
Vapours
.
Written
to
Lady
J———n.
By
the
Same
.
I.
WHY
will
Delia
thus
retire
,
And
idly
languish
life
away
?
While
the
sighing
crowd
admire
,
'Tis
too
soon
for
hartshorn
tea
.
II
.
All
those
dismal
looks
and
fretting
Cannot
Damon's
life
restore
;
Long
ago
the
worms
have
eat
him
,
You
can
never
see
him
more
.
III
.
Once
again
consult
your
toilette
,
In
the
glass
your
face
review
:
So
much
weeping
soon
will
spoil
it
,
And
no
spring
your
charms
renew
.
IV
.
I
,
like
you
,
was
born
a
woman
,
Well
I
know
what
vapours
mean
:
The
disease
,
alas
!
is
common
;
Single
,
we
have
all
the
spleen
.
V.
All
the
morals
that
they
tell
us
,
Never
cur'd
the
sorrow
yet
:
Chuse
,
among
the
pretty
fellows
;
One
of
honour
,
youth
,
and
wit
.
VI
.
Prithee
hear
him
every
morning
,
At
the
least
an
hour
or
two
;
Once
again
at
night
returning
—
I
believe
the
dose
will
do
.