She preach’d, alas! but to a fool;
For this same Peacock, you must know,
Had he been man, had been a beau:
And spoke, like them, but mighty little
That to the point could tend a tittle:
And with an air that testify’d
He’d got at least his share of pride,
He thus began: “Why, truly now,
You’re very civil, Mrs Sow:
But I am very clean, d’ye see;