Elizabeth Sheridan

Amator, "A Robbery" Morning Chronicle and London Advertiser (7 October 1777).

Stolen, by a lovely fair,
What I guarded once with care,
What I deem'd my better part—
Yet the thief has stole my heart.

Quickly raise the Hue-and-Cry,
Lest the laughing robber fly;
If ye find her, ere ye part,
Bring me, if ye can, her heart.

But 'tis needful to be shewn,
By what signs she may be known,
She has hair, as ebon black,
Flowing wanton down her back.

She has eyes of beauteous blue,
Such as mortals seldom view;
And her alabaster skin
Suits the soul that dwells therein.

Cherry lips, and roseat cheek,
Decks the girl of whom I speak:
View her face, and ye may swear
Frowns were never present there.

Graceful air, majestic mien,
Equal quite to beauty's queen,
Form a part of countless charms,
Which my bosom now alarms.

Voice — that Sheridan might own;
Manners — would adorn a throne.
By these signs, beyond a doubt,
Friends ye soon may find her out.

Ask her, if to Hymen's band,
She can yield her heart and hand;
Tell her, love alone shall bind
Silken fetters on her mind.