Ebenezer Elliott.
20. You may be thrown among the gay and reckless sons of life,
But will not love the revel scene or head the brawling strife.
Eliza Cook.
21. You are one,
Who can play off your smiles and courtesies
To every lady, of her lap-dog tired,
Who wants a plaything.
Southey.
22. Come, rouse thee now;—I know thy mind,