Take a youth that’s genteel, ’tis no matter for face,
And season him well, with an air, and a grace;
One grain of sincerity you may bestow,
But enough of assurance fail not to allow;
With flatteries, sighs, assiduities, tears,
Insignificant smiles, and significant leers,
With passion and rapture to give it a zest,
And impudence sprinkled according to taste;
Some pieces of songs too, and scraps of old plays,
And fustian, and frolics, and whimsical ways;