Translated from a Hebrew Valentine
Address’d to Mr J----- otherwise S.P.T
No flower in Covent Garden glows
More gay than thee, thou first of beaux!
When in thy coat, so furr’d and long,
Thou joinst the fashionable throng
The very mud of Bond Street stones
Clings to thy skirts, attraction owns;
While from thy well mustachio’d lip
The London flies delighted sip
The fragrant oil macassar there,
And fancy ’tis some sweet parterre.
Be pleased to observe dear Editress, that some verses bearing date March 10th sent to Sir P.T. are not from the Hebrew, but were intended for another gentleman of P--- House.