The Virginia Gazette

FROM town where nought but spleen and spite,
And scandals dire prevail.
My muse retires, and in her flight,
To thee directs her tale,
To you, who free from hateful strife,
Pass the gay hours away;
Enjoying still new sweets of life.
With each succeeding day:
Whilst we, involv'd in broils and feuds
Of evils sure the worst :::
So fill'd with idiots, pimps, and prudes
We're doom'd to be accurs't,:
Pandora's box, I must confess, :
I think was open'd here:
For where's the place from east to west.
Where greater plagues appear?
Whilst P--w--o. happy, happy place
With joyous concord rings;
There scandal dares not shew her face
Nor spread her sable wings..:
But all is calm, serene; and gay.
Quite free from care and strife :
Grant me, ye Gods; whilst life I may
Just such a state of life.