THE LOTTERY TICKET. Janet Little (later Richmond) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126549 Little, Janet, 1759-1813. The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid. Air Printed by John & Peter Wilson 1792 pp. [45]-46.

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THE LOTTERY TICKET . CELIA , fair , beyond description , Soon became the fav'rite toast ; Charms unrival'd ev'n by fiction , Did the lovely maiden boast . Beaux and sages , panting , dying , Did of love and her complain , While the nymph , his darts defying , Triumph'd o'er her thousands slain . With their woes too rashly sporting , Still more fatal darts were sought ; Anxious to augment her fortune , She a lott'ry-ticket bought . But old Plutus , sullen power , Can the fair and brave withstand ; He , in the decisive hour , Shov'd a blank to Celia's hand : While Brunetta , short of stature , Limbs distorted , shoulders round , Gain'd new charms , in spite of Nature , By good thirty thousand pound . Celia now , with looks dejected , Seem'd the erring wheel to blame , When the god , with brows erected , Did a moment's audience claim . Go bright Celia , fair and cruel , Still of countless charms secure , Would you heedless add more fuel To the flames you will not cure ? View the maid to grief inclined , Though she grasps the golden prize , O how gladly she'd resign it , For the conquests of your eyes !