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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell to Bath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To all you ladies now at Bath,<br>And eke, ye beaux, to you,<br>With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes,<br>I bid my last adieu.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell ye nymphs, who waters sip<br>Hot reeking from the pumps,<br>While music lends her friendly aid,<br>To cheer you from the dumps.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell ye wits, who prating stand,<br>And criticise the fair;<br>Yourselves the joke of men of sense,<br>Who hate a coxcomb's air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell to Deard's, and all her toys,<br>Which glitter in her shop,<br>Deluding traps to girls and boys,<br>The warehouse of the fop.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lindsay's and Hayes's both farewell,<br>Where in the spacious hall,<br>With bounding steps, and sprightly air,<br>I've led up many a ball.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where Somerville of courteous mien,<br>Was partner in the dance,<br>With swimming Haws, and Brownlow blithe,<br>And Britton pink of France.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=431451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Poor Nash, farewell! may fortune smile,<br>Thy drooping soul revive,<br>My heart is full I can no more--<br>John, bid the coachman drive.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a></strong></div>

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