Tho’ inclination oft’ our passions sway,
’Tis man, vile man! first teaches us the way.
By him we first are taught each vicious art,
Each crime which can corrupt and spoil the heart.
Is any female fond of dress, or play,
(And where is one that is not?—you will say)
Her fav’rite passion he will strive to please,
And work into her folly by degrees;
Like vermin in a building, undermine,
’Till the whole pile falls down—his whole design;