Sat. V. The Universal Passion. 105*And amply gives, (tho’ treated long amiss)

The man of merit his revenge in this.

If you resent, and wish a woman ill,

But turn her o’er one moment, to her will.

The languid lady next appears in state,

Who was not born to carry her own weight;

She lolls* reels, staggers, ’till some foreign aidTo her own stature lifts the feeble maid.

Then, if ordain’d to so severe a doom,

She, by just stages, journeys round the room:

But knowing her own weakness, she despairs

To scale the Alps -that is, ascend the fairs.

My fan! let others fay who laugh at toil;

Fan! hood! glove! scarf! is her laconick style.

And that is spoke with such a dying fall,

That Betty rather sees t than hears the call:

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