By Mr. Colman
SPOKEN BY LADY TEAZLE
I, who was late so volatile and gay,
Like a trade-wind must now blow all one way,
Bend all my cares, my
studies, and my vows,
To one dull rusty weathercockmy spouse!
So wills our virtuous bardthe motley
Of crying epilogues and laughing plays!
Old bachelors, who marry smart young wives,
our play to regulate your lives:
Each bring his dear to town, all faults upon her
London will prove the
very source of honour.
Plunged fairly in, like a cold bath it serves,
When principles relax, to brace the
Such is my case; and yet I must deplore
That the gay dream of dissipations oer.
And say, ye fair!
was ever lively wife,
Born with a genius for the highest life,
Like me untimely blasted in her bloom,
me condemnd to such a dismal doom?
Save moneywhen I just knew how to waste it!
as I began to taste it!
Must I then watch the early crowing cock,
The melancholy ticking of a clock;
a lone rustic hall for ever pounded,
With dogs, cats, rats, and squalling brats surrounded?
curate can I now retire,
(While good Sir Peter boozes with the squire,)
And at backgammon mortify my
That pants for loo, or flutters at a vole?
Sevens the main! Dear sound that must expire,
Lost at hot
cockles round a Christmas fire;
The transient hour of fashion too soon spent,
Farewell the tranquil mind,
Farewell the plumèd head, the cushiond tête,
That takes the cushion from its proper seat!
spirit-stirring drum!card drums I mean,
Spadilleodd trickpambastoking and queen!
ye knockers, that, with brazen throat,
The welcome visitors approach denote;
Farewell all quality of high
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town!
Farewell! your revels I partake no more,
Lady Teazles occupations oer!
All this I told our bard; he smiled, and said twas clear,
I ought to play
deep tragedy next year.
Meanwhile he drew wise morals from his play,
And in these solemn periods stalkd
Blessd were the fair like you; her faults who stoppd,
And closed her follies when the curtain
No more in vice or error to engage,
Or play the fool at large on lifes great stage.
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