Who wou'd live a single State,
If ensur'd of such a Mate?
What a graceful Form appears;
Say not K* R *** D is in Years.
See the Bantling on her Knee,
Proof enough how youthful She;
So good-natur'd, easy, free .
No Suspicions of the Mind
Taint this Phaenix of her Kind.
If a Scribbler shou'd come in,
Spruce in Garb, and strait of Limb,
With a kind engaging Air,
Quick invites to friendly Chair ;
Harbours no suspicious Thought ,
Or arraigns his coming nought. —
To compleat this House of Joy,
(Sterling all without Alloy)
Add the courteous, sweet Sir T OBY ;
Here to live how happy you'd be:
So genteel in Figure, Manner ,
Under his improving Banner ,
List ye raw, unpolish'd Lads,
Best of Husbands, best of Dads;
Then he's such a joyous Soul,
Not because he loves the Bowl,
Ale and Porter's better Liquor;
Some, indeed, it clouds the thicker;
But to him, 'tis quick'ning bright,
Moulds him cleaver and polite .
Tell me, Cynic, if you can,
Such a Woman? such a Man?