 | May Fair |  |
I reach the Rout, find every stair
A package of the fainting fair;
Find every inch of every room
Cover'd with petticoat and plume;
A group of the Fitz--- chins,
Rabbies might envy them their skins;
The H---gh, resistless figure,
The glass of fashion, à la rigueur.
No art of life can make a dance—
In vain my lord and lady prance;
The weary shufflers stand stock still,
Till dies the death, the choked quadrille.
A package of the fainting fair;
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Cover'd with petticoat and plume;
A group of the Fitz--- chins,
Rabbies might envy them their skins;
The H---gh, resistless figure,
The glass of fashion, à la rigueur.
No art of life can make a dance—
In vain my lord and lady prance;
The weary shufflers stand stock still,
Till dies the death, the choked quadrille.
| May Fair | |