Hateful as the subject is, its ramifications spread, though rather softened, into higher scenes of life. Cordials, alias drams, were not quite unknown to the ladies; it was almost noon—
——ere Celia rose,
But up she rear'd, and rang her bell,
When in came dainty Mistress Nell;
"Oh dear, my lady, e'ent you well?"
"Well! yes—why what's o'clock?—Oh Heaven"—
"A little bit a-past eleven."
"No more! why then I'll lay me down—
No, I'll get up—Child, bring my gown;
My eyes so ache I scarce can see;