Some village Lovelace, whom with dauntless breast.
Rustic Clarissa painfully withstood;
Some mute inglorious Dando here may rest;
Some Soyer, with a genius for food.
The smiles of real ladies to command,
Glances to win from more than cookmaid’s eyes,
Dinners and suppers in good style to stand,
And area-snacks and broken meat despise,
Their means forbade—nor circumscribed alone,
Their loves and pockets, their beats, too, confined: