TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL MISS......,

In wedlock a species of lottery lies,

Where in blanks and in prizes we deal;

But how comes it that you, such a capital prize,

Should so long have remained in the wheel?

If ever, by Fortune's indulgent decree,

To me such a ticket should roll,

A sixteenth, Heaven knows! were sufficient for me;

For what could I do with the whole?