With the same Grace and Wit?
In Townley[3] see the modern Wife!
How full of Vice! how blam’d!
How ruin’d by the modern Life!
How valu’d, when reclaim’d!
May empty Journals weekly rail;
May all dull bards repine:
If Wit unequall’d shou’d prevail,
The Laurel’s justly thine.
[1] Love’s last shift.