Just to show us the object we want isn’t there;
O, how cheering and gay, when their beauties arise,
To sit and gaze round with the tears in one’s eyes!
But ’tis in the country alone we can find
That happy resource, that relief of the mind,
When, drove to despair, our last efforts we make,
And drag the old fish-pond, for novelty’s sake:
Indeed, I must own, tis a pleasure complete
To see ladies well draggled and wet in their feet;
But what is all that to the transport we feel