To Mr C., St James's Place
Few words are best; I wish you well:Bethel, I'm told, will soon be here;Some morning walks along the Mall,And evening friends, will end the year.
If in this interval, betweenThe falling leaf and coming frost,You please to see, on Twit'nam green,Your friend, your poet, and your host:
For three whole days you here may restFrom office business, news, and strife;And (what most folks would think a jest)Want nothing else except your wife.
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