I’d fain prevent her—but, “ecod you will.”——
Perhaps she may shock you, of precise prim air,
But Lord! what then, she never minds that there.
The Country Girl a kindred tie may claim,
She too is anxious for his future fame;
And if you’ll spare him, swears whene’er she’s able
She’ll tread on all your toes—under the table.
Oft’ have you deign’d their artless toils to cheer,
And crown’d with flutt’ring smiles their labours, here
View then here the brother’s faults, with judgment mild,