Holy, forsooth! and your sweet girls and boys,
How you would train them!—All this farce review,
And then, Sir, talk of being just and true!”—
“Madam! your sex expects that ours should lie.
The simple creatures know it, and comply—
You hate the truth; there’s nothing you despise
Like a plain man, who spurns your vanities.
Are you not early taught your prey to catch?
When your mammas pronounce—‘A proper match!’ 270
What said your own?—‘Do, daughter! curb your tongue,