‘Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green’—Miss Green's reply—by Mrs Austen [see pp. 243, 707–8]
I’ve often made clothes
For those who write prose,
But ‘tis the first time
I’ve had orders in rhyme—.
Depend on’t, fair Maid,
You shall be obeyed;
Your garment of black
Shall sit close to your back,
And in every part
I’ll exert all my art;
It shall be the neatest,
And eke the completest
That ever was seen—
Or my name is not Green!
‘Verses to rhyme with “Rose” ‘.— [a group of four poems including one by JA, see pp. 243, 708–9]
This morning I ‘woke from a quiet repose,
I first rub’d my eyes & I next blew my nose.
With my stockings and shoes I then cover’d my toes
And proceeded to put on the rest of my cloathes.
This was finish’d in less than an hour I suppose;
I employ’d myself next in repairing my hose
’Twas a work of necessity, not what I chose;
Of my sock I’d much rather have knit twenty Rows.—
My work being done, I looked through the windows
And with pleasure beheld all the Bucks & the Does,
The Cows & the Bullocks, theWethers & Ewes.—
To the Lib’ry each morn, all the Family goes,
So I went with the rest, though I felt rather froze.
My flesh is much warmer, my blood freer flows
When I work in the garden with rakes & with hoes.
And now I beleive I must come to a close,
For I find I grow stupid e’en while I compose;
If I write any longer my verse will be prose. —
Love, they say is like a Rose;
I’m sure t’is like the wind that blows,
For not a human creature knows
How it comes or where it goes.
It is the cause of many woes,
It swells the eyes & reds the nose,
And very often changes those
Who once were friends to bitter foes. —
But let us now the scene transpose
And think no more of tears & throes.