Govern the passions of the fair,
And their dear, thoughtless bosoms tear!
Madame had come to grace the ball with her charming presence, her powdered admirers crowding about her, while,
Some dance, some sip their tea,
Some chat the pleasing hours away,
And all is innocently gay,
when, all on a sudden, Her Ladyship confounds the company by appearing in furious mood, with a voice like thunder, every one demanding the matter. Then the charming Celia, moralising, said:
‘“What pity ‘tis (in great affairs
When prudence tempers all her cares)
This lady should our mirth destroy,