Venus Imitatrix.
[Another Ladies Club is starting at the
West-end.—See Society Journals.]
(Sung by a Clubbess).
When lovely woman’s melancholy
Because her husband stays away
From home, pursuing some mad folly,
(“’Tis business, love,” they always say).
The only plan to teach him manners,
And cure the midnight latchkey hub,
Is, dears, to march beneath our banners—