Even auctioneers and lawyers stand aghast,
And not a woman speaks.--So thick and fast
The wordy shower descends, that you would swear
A thousand bells were jangling in your ear,
A thousand basins clattering. Vex no more
Your trumpets and your timbrels, as of yore,
To ease the laboring moon; her single yell
Can drown their clangor, and dissolve the spell
She lectures too in Ethics, and declaims
On the Chief Good!--but, surely, she who aims