A Riddle

Miss Flaxman

’Tis sweet, tho better, ’tis both joy and grief
’Tis subtle poison, yet it gives relief
A special pleader who with most prevails
And tho’ a bosom friend, it oft tells tales
A messenger unmarked by any eye
That moves unseen, and yet is not a spy
’Tis often false, but of’tner still ’tis true
And mine dear girl I dedicate to you