Maid, Child, Friend, Mistress, Mother, Neighbour, Wife?
Tho’ Taste like thine each Void of Time, can fill,
Unsunk by Spleen, unquicken’d by Quadrille!
What, tho’ ’tis thine to bless the lengthen’d Hour!
Give Permanence to Joy, and Use to Pow’r?
Lend late-felt Blushes to the Vain and Smart?
And squeeze cramp’d Pity from the Miser’s Heart?
What, tho’ ’tis thine to hush the Marriage Breeze,
Teach Liberty to tire, and Chains to please?
Thine tho’, from Stiffness to divest Restraint,