To take a social cup of tea,
And while the heart in comfort dwells,
To hear the chat of London belles.
For then they scan their dress,—the play,
Though woe to those who are away,
For Scandal often leaves her cells,
To join the chat of London belles.
Ev’n Jove peeps down, with looks of love,
And Juno, jealous, frowns above,
To see young Beauty gladly dwells,