A—! you are quite incorrigible, quite;
When shall I ever tutor you to feel
The moral fitness of the “true genteel!”
MR. A.
Well, well, I’ll not offend, love, with my tongue.
Oh! with what art those lustres bright are hung!
MRS. A.
You keep indeed a guard upon your lips.
MR. A.
Observe that bird, how prettily it dips;