WRITTEN AT HARROWGATE. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) 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. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 44-47. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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WRITTEN AT HARROWGATE . Let all , who would esteem it good To fight 'gainst death and fate , Use no delay , but haste away To drink at Harrowgate . At this blest well , tho' strange to tell , However weak your state , You may ensure a perfect cure , Such pow'r has Harrowgate . Should gout or rheum your life consume . Or palsy shake your pate , Whate'er your ill , drink but your fill , You're well at Harrowgate . If madness dire , with brain on fire , Each nerve should agitate , Deep in this spring , plunge headlong in , You're heal'd at Harrowgate . From forth these streams proceed such steams Each sense to stimulate , That in one season your perfect reason Returns at Harrowgate . Then hither speed , for most have need Their brains to reinstate , Ah ne'er look back , you're on the rack Till safe at Harrowgate . Should anxious care , or dull despair , Or envy's deadly hate , Torment your mind , you'll quickly find Them fly from Harrowgate . Kind friends , good fare , and purest air , Your wits so animate , That here in verse you may rehearse The charms of Harrowgate . Then let me use my proffer'd muse , Nor think I arrogate Too high a praise , to swell my lays In hailing Harrowgate . There may be seen , at Thackwray's Queen , In peaceful happy state , Husband and wife , devoid of strife , Such power hath Harrowgate . Each beau and belle , at this pure well , Their spirits recreate , That here you'll find them much inclin'd To mirth at Harrowgate . No party rage doth here engage Their hours in fell debate ; Good reason why — ill humours fly Away from Harrowgate . On pleasure's wing , they sweetly sing The joys that on them wait , They play , they laugh , they dance and quaff Their glass at Harrowgate . From morn till eve , you may believe , Their time they dissipate ; The reason why — they cannot die , They're safe at Harrowgate . Then hither speed , you all have need , 'Tis death to hesitate ; Make no delay , but post away , And meet at Harrowgate .