What pity 'tis her shoulder is awry!
Aspasia's shape indeed—but then her air—
The man has parts who finds destruction there.
Almeria's wit has something that's divine;
And wit's enough—how few in all things shine!
Selina serves her friends, relieves the poor—
Who was it said Selina's near threescore?
At Lucia's match I from my soul rejoice;
The world congratulates so wise a choice;
His lordship's rent-roll is exceeding great—