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
.