"The Prize!"

Say what may this betide?

It promises a wealthy Bride;

The Queen of Diamonds, formed to shine,

With Treasure of Golconda’s Mine.

And since tis not affirm’d that Wealth

Precludes bright Beauty, Wit, or [h]ealth.

[I trust] that all to night combine

To bless your favor’s Valentine,

And you may fairly boast her Charm

Who b[r]ings a Milton to your Arms.