Upon seeing a Raffle for Addison's Works unfill'd. Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles, Who gaily rove at Tunbridge-Wells, With Pockets full; and empty Looks, Raffling for ev'ry Toy — but Books: Should Addison's immortal Page (The Glory of his Land and Age) Want two Subscriptions to be full, The World will dare pronounce you dull. Be wise — subscribe — and shew, at least; That you have one Pretence to Taste.