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Russell Street Bath. Thursday 8: May 1783. I sent him these Verses to divert him on his Passage: Dear Angel! this Day he leaves a Nation to which he was sent for my Felicity perhaps, I hope for his own: May I live but to make him happy, & hear him say ’tis me that make him so!

Come friendly Muse! some Rhimes discover
With which to meet my Dear at Dover;
Fondly to bless my wandring Lover,
And make him dote on dirty Dover:
Call each fair Wind to waft him over,
Nor let him linger long at Dover;
But there from past Fatigues recover,
And write his Love some Lines from Dover.
Too well he knows his Skill to move her
To meet him two Years hence at Dover,
When happy with her handsome Rover,
She’ll bless the Day she din’d at Dover.—