If he's one of the time's "big Bow-wowers,"
My own Angelina, say "No!"
He must walk like a Cit in his glory,
Of Money the true modern test,
He must be—yes, of course, dear—a Tory,
(As partis that party are best)
If he knows not the old Carlton's portal,
Then—unless you've a Duke for a beau—
I beg you—for girls are but mortal—
My own Angelina, say "No!"