And go in raptures o’er her handsome dresses.
Her hats outdo Verona’s richest lasses—
So small they can’t be seen without opera glasses.
She sports in silks and satins of the best
That can be made by Madam Demorest.
Verona’s gallants seek to flirt and flout
With this dear gal, when’er her aunt is out.
They’d like to catch her with a wedding-ring;
And so they come at night to spout and sing.
But I won’t have it: under lock and key,