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Of the early loves of Shakespeare it is recorded that Anne Hathaway a Warwickshire beauty, captivated the affections of the sanguine bard, who felt perhaps as he strolled with his rustic mistress on the banks of the Romantic Avon, that excess of tender passion, which he afterwards delineated in his own Romeo. The following beautiful play upon the name of the interesting Anne is from the pen of Dibdin, who has described the perfections of a pretty woman, "in numbers, but his; as Shakespeare's self might use."

WOULD ye be taught, ye feather'd throng,
In love's sweet notes to grace your song,
To charm the heart in thrilling lay,
Listen to Ann Hath a way;
She hath a way to sing so clear,
Phoebus might wondering stoop and hear,
To melt the sad, makes blithe the gay,
And nature charm—Ann hath a way,
She hath a way,
Ann Hath a way,
To bathe delight, Ann Hath a way—
When envy's breath, and rancour's tooth,
Do soil and bite fair worth and truth,
And merit to distress betray;
To soothe the soul, Ann Hath a way.—
She hath a way to chase despair,
To heal all grief, to cure all care,
Turn foulest night to fairest day
Thou know'st fond heart, Ann Hath a way,
She hath. &c.
Talk not of gems, the orient lustre,
The diamond, topaz, amethyst
Th' emerald mild, the ruby gay
Talk of my gem, Ann Hath a way
She hath a way with her bright eye,
Their various lustres to defy,
The jewel she and the foil they,
So sweet to look Ann Hath a way
She hath, &c.
But to my fancy were it given
To rate her charms, I'd call them Heaven;
For, though a mortal made of clay—
Angels might love Ann Hath a way
She hath a way, so to controul,
To rapture the imprison'd soul,
And love and truth so to display,
That to be Heaven—Ann Hath a way.