Than where they only keep the latter.
You've nought to do but "up stairs clamber,
Down stairs, and in my lady's chamber;"
Take vails of all the visitors,
And chat with all inquisitors;
And whilst a secret's left remaining,
You're always vastly entertaining.
The Coachman is your usual lover,
Till you can coax the Footman over;
Who sometimes helps you in fatigue,