And ladies, in a certain trim,
Must be indulg'd in ev'ry whim.
Such danger did my form display,
Another hour I must not stay:
But gold was giv'n to heal my pride,
And bribe me to be satisfied.
'Tis true, kind words explain'd the cause;
Nay, much was said of Nature's laws;
And where that ruling pow'r thought fit,
To her caprice we must submit.