Because an inferior had treated with scorn,
Those Trinkets and gauze which her person adorn.
But, believe me, esteem from true merit must rise,
Or the world will the pageants of fortune despise;
’Tis ridiculous, surely, for pride to expect,
Any better return than disdain and neglect.
Let us then, my Martha, more prudent and wise,
Endeavour with nobler ambition to rise;
Let kind emulation our bosoms expand,
The foolish suggestions of pride to withstand.