Rhymes, to Miss Charlot Clayton. Mary Jones 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. T115196 Jones, Mary, d. 1778. Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. By Mary Jones. Oxford Printed; and delivered by Mr. Dodsley in Pall-Mall, Mr. Clements in Oxford, and Mr. Frederick in Bath, MDCCL. 1750 pp. 61-62. vi,[1],xlv,[1],405p.

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Rhymes , to Miss Charlot Clayton . As Damon was pensively walking one day , Three pretty tight lasses he met in his way : And who should they be , that were taking the air , But Nelly , and Molly , and Charlot so fair . The swain , who to beauty had never been blind , Thought this was the season to tell 'em his mind : But first he debated , to which lovely lass He should offer his tenders , and open his case . That Nelly was pretty he could not deny , But Molly , he thought , had the sprightliest eye ; So on her his affections they rested awhile , 'Till Charlot appear'd , with a look and a smile : With a look and a smile which sure mischief had done , Had the swain been encounter'd by Charlot alone . Perplext in his thought , and disturb'd in his breast , And unable to tell which bright lass he lov'd best ; He folded his arms , to the grove he retir'd , And decently on the green willow expir'd . To Damon's sad fate lend a pitying ear , For three at a time what poor mortal could bear ? One alone , trust me Charlot , had made him rejoice , And the swain been quite happy — " With what ? " — An admirer of that Lady's . Hopson's choice .