'Tis fit that young Women should go fine and gay,
In spight of their Bugbears, brave Girls, let us wear,
Rich Towers and Top Knots, with Powdered Hair.
Were we to be Ruled by some sort of Men,
We should go like Women of Fourscore and Ten,
In spight of those Cox combs, brave Girls, we will wear
Rich Towers and Top Knots, with Powdered Hair.
Like Beautiful Angels we strive to appear,
The Hearts of our Husbands in order to cheer,