From Memoirs, a personal appearance on her balcony opposite White’s:
‘The next day, as I was sprinkling some flower pots, which stood on very broad leads, under the dining-room window, Colonel Duncombe, the Duke of Bolton, and the Earl of Winchilsea stood filling out wine, and drinking to me: So I took up the pen and ink, full in their view; and as I was not acquainted with any of them, except the Colonel, I sent over to him these lines:
Your rosy wine
Looks bright and fine;
But yet it does not chear me:
The cause I guess.
Is surely this,
The bottle is not near me.
You shew that sight
To give delight,
If I may truly judge ye:
But would ye move
My wit, or love,
I beg, sir, I may pledge ye.
Lord Winchilsea bid the Colonel send me all the wine in the house: “Ah!” (said the colonel) “that might injure her health; but I will send her one bottle of burgundy, to cheer her spirits.” Accordingly the waiter brought it; the noblemen all gathered to the window, so he filled me out a glass, which, making them a low reverence, I drank, and retired.’