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written by Archd. [[underline]] April / 90 [[/underline]] Augusta Murray once had freinds, And fortune smil'd upon her birth Her form was lovely, & her face Shew'd rather chearfulness than mirth. Lovers e're long in plenty strove Her heart with kindness to engage She smil'd on all, & each man thought That he himself was all her rage Long while where'er her beauty shone Some new thing still she'd caress, And yet some how, she did contrive To like her old ^ [[addition]] ones, [[/addition]] none the less. Sometimes a whim would make her think This man not fond, that too reserv'd, Sometimes a dozen she'd dismiss Yet still increase the gen'ral herd; Strange indeed as this may seem Tis still nor stranger than 'tis true, For every one she put away She never fail'd to take up two.
