Volume 107 — TO A PRETTY UNKNOWN.
Reading edition
(By a Constant Admirer.)
Your pretty face I saw two years ago, You looked divine—if I'm not wrong, in lace. I noticed you, and thus I got to know Your pretty face. To-day I travelled to a distant place. We stopped at Bath. I read my Punch, when lo! You came into my carriage and Your Grace Rode with me for a dozen miles or so. Tell me, should we in this Fate's finger trace? I care not since you had the heart to show Your pretty face.