For what sadder lot could e’er you befall?
And what would become of the “beau-monde” to-day,
Without “upper tens” and the fashions so gay?
It’s time I should close; my task’s at an end;
I’ve told you the tale of the “true Grecian bend.”
Besides, a good model I’ve now pointed out,
By which you’ll attain to perfection, no doubt.
And now pray permit me, while saying adieu,
With warmth once again to congratulate you,
That Providence kindly a colic did send,