Unless you make their betters better:—Fie!
I thought you had more religion, Mrs. Fry.
LXXXVI.
Teach them the decencies of good threescore;
Cure them of tours, hussar and highland dresses;
Tell them that youth once gone returns no more,
That hired huzzas redeem no land's distresses;
Tell them Sir William Curtis[559] is a bore,
Too dull even for the dullest of excesses—
The witless Falstaff of a hoary Hal,