The flirtish form to coarse materials lent,
And one poor robe through fifty fashions sent);
Though all within was sad, without was mean, -
Still ’twas her wish, her comfort, to be seen:
She would to plays on lowest terms resort,
Where once her box was to the beaux a court;
And, strange delight! to that same house where she
Join’d in the dance, all gaiety and glee,
Now with the menials crowding to the wall
She’d see, not share, the pleasures of the ball,