Thy Comedies excell:
With Wit and Sense replete, they shine,
And read politely well.
Who sees th’ inconstant[1] Loveless range,
But mourns Amanda’s fate?
Each female Heart approves his change,
And pants for such a state.
When Lady Betty[2] treads the stage,
All modish prudes submit:
What Foppington adorns our age,