The Heel-piece of her Shoe. (Stella requiring more rhymes, and the Author at a loss for a subject.) 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. 83-85. vi,[1],xlv,[1],405p.

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The Heel-piece of her Shoe . ( Stella requiring more rhymes , and the Author at a loss for a subject . ) Swains , of high or low degree , Poets , Peers , whate'er you be ; Ye who pen the lofty lay , Or who sigh and nothing say ; Ye who talk of flames and darts , Radiant eyes , and marble hearts ; Say , ( for Lovers never lie , ) Are ye half so blest as I ? All the live-long happy day , Lo ! at Stella's feet I lay ; And at night when she's undress'd , Next her bed behold I'm plac'd . Swains , can you these favours see , And not envy happy Me ? If the mazy dance she tread , I sustain the tripping maid ; Easy tho' to all , and free , Yet she foots it but with Me . Or at church , or at the play , If she ogle , or she pray , When she trips along the meads , Or on Persian carpets treads , In the sprightly month of May , ( Fatal month ! some authors say , ) I both morning , noon , and night , Order all her steps aright . Who durst say , when I was by , Stella ever trod awry ? Me she'll ever find a friend , Her support unto my end . If a pilgrim she should go Where the streams of Jordan flow , I'll sustain her in the way , Where the streams of Jordan stray . Weary tho' and faint she be , All her cares shall rest on Me . Need I say that Stella's fair ? — Venus , in her shape and air : Cruel tho' , nor does she know Half the pain I undergo . Tall and comely tho' she be , Owes she not an inch to Me ? Me , on whom she treads , and tramples ; O the force of ill examples ! Die , forsaken lovers ! die ; Favour'd less , tho' true as I . As the needle to the steel , So's the Heel-piece to the heel ; True and constant , and will never From her Shoe , or Slipper fever , Till the Sole , as ah ! it must , Seeks its resting place in dust . Swains , if still you envy Me , ( As from envy who is free ! ) Come , pour out your last adieus ; Die — and Heel-piece Stella's Shoes .