To frighten babes, and be the sport of boys;

But, when within men find there’s nothing more,

They shout contemptuous at the idle roar. 50

Thus will our lofty man to all appear,

With nothing charged that they respect or fear.

His Lady, too, to her large purse applies,

And all she fancies at the instant buys.

How bows the market, when from stall to stall

She walks, attended! how respectful all!

To her free orders every maid attends,