Upon Seeing a Raffle for Addison’s Works Unfill’D.
Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,
Who gaily rove at Tunbridge—Wells,
With Pockets full; and empty Looks,
Raffling for ev’ry Toy—but Books:
Should Addison’s immortal Page
(The Glory of his Land and Age)
Want two Subscriptions to be full,
The World will dare pronounce you dull.
Be wise—subscribe—and shew, at least;
That you have one Pretence to Taste.
