"The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor;"
Whom the kind doctor charged, with shaking head,
At early hour to quit the beaux for bed:
She has, contemning fear, gone down the dance,
Till she perceived the rosy morn advance;
Then has she wonder'd, fainting o'er her tea,
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Her drops and juleps should so useless be:
Ah! sure her joys must ravish every sense,
Who buys a portion at so vast expense.