The Masquerade;
or, the Belle’s Soliloquy.
Celestina, solus, in a thoughtful posture—a Domino, with Hat and Feather, and a Purse of Gold lying on the table.
It must be so—smart plume thou reason’st well
Else whence this springing joy, this fond desire,
This longing after concerts, plays, and balls?
Or whence this loathing dread and chill ennui,
At staying oft at home? Why hate we all
Immur’d to sit alone, and start at crickets!