With licence thro’ the realm to range;
But, with their pow’r, their name they change.
Magic no longer now is seen,
And what was Witchcraft once, is Spleen:
Yet still they most delight to vex,
As first they did, the female sex;
And still, like an old witch’s charm,
They tease, but have no power to harm.
Tho’ Doctors otherwise have told,
The tale is true that I unfold: