Lanced from his beaux against the ladies fine.
Each Miss's joke now made a pleasant hit,
No lover's sally could be deem'd a miss;
Less stately, too, the dowagers did sit—
They let their feelings loose on that and this;
Their tongues, in fact, were bridled not a bit—
The prude would have said "thank ye" for a kiss.
The guests gave out a host of best good things,
By way of compliment to their good host;
Brim full of eloquence, a friend upsprings,