Your voice, your dancing swell the note of praise.
Can animating reel, or melting waltz,
Teach you to thread the giddier maze of life?
Can D’Egville’s skill redeem one step when false?
Or Cramer lull the jars of man and wife?
Perhaps in yon dark garret may repose
Eyes, of fair Castlereagh’s celestial fire;
Hands that, like Congreve’s, had consumed our foes,
Or swept, like Southey’s, o’er the laureat lyre;
But Fashion to their eyes her fruitful store