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T H I M B L E,
Dedicated to Miss ANNA-MARIA WOODFORD,
By a GentLEMAN of OXFORD.
Virginibus puerisque canto. Horace.
L O N D ON:
Printed for J. SHUCKBURGH, at the Sun in Fleet-street;
[ Price One Shilling. ]
Miss ANNA MARIA WOODFORD.
S the Subject of the following Poem naturally led me to inscribe it to one
of your Sex, I found myself in a Manner obliged to dedicate it to You, even without your Knowledge and Permission; and though I have not the Happiness to be personally acquainted with you, I could not but hope, that the Justness of the present Address would be a sufficient Apology for the Presumption of it. But though I may have the Misfortune to incur your Displeasure, by offending your Humility, I shall even, under the Sense of your Disapprobation, have the Satiffaction to reflect, that I have been guilty of a very artful Piece of Impertinence, lince by inserting your Name before my Performance, I have taken the most effectual Method to recommend it to the Publick.
Your Example, Madam, is a Reproach to the present indolent Generation ; your Glory is not established upon those personal Advantages, which you poffess in fo eminent a Manner; these, great as they are, your good Sense afsures you, are at the best but the Subjects of present Admiration, and can never be the Basis of a lasting Fame.
Your Handy-work, Madam, which has very justly a Place among the choicest Curiosities of that famous University, of which I have the Honour and Happiness to be an inconsiderable Member, has render'd your Name immortal ; and your nice Management of the Needle, that little, but important Implement of Oeconomy, has entitled you to the Reputation of the compleatest Housewife in Europe ; a Character, to which all. Virgins and Wives should aspire.
You have taught us to acknowledge, that the most minute Utensil of Art may, by an ingenious Application of it, be made fubfervient, in the highest Degree, to the Honour of the Artist: A Pin, or a Needle, in your Hands,
DEDICAT IO N. are Instruments as effectual for that Purpose, as the Poet's Pen, or the Hero's Sword.
I am at present, Madam, in a very perplex'd Situation of Mind; I have the Pleasure to consider, that I am now upon a Subject that must be agreeable to all my Readers, and at the same time I have the Mortification to recollect, that 'tis distasteful to yourself.
Though therefore all I could say in Commendation of your Merit, the World would think too little, yet, as what I have said you will think too much, I find myself. under a Necessity of defiring your Pardon for this Liberty I have taken, and for another in the fourth Canto of this Poem, wherein: I have presumed to put a short Prediction, relating to your amiable Character, into the Mouth of the Queen of Love. This I need not otherwise have intimated, since every one must at first Sight perceive, that this Prediction is properly applicable to none but yourself.
After what I have said, Madam, May I venture to hope you have some Patience in Reserve for the Poem? "Twas design'd for your