See how the World its Votaries rewards! A Youth of Folly, an Old Age of Cards! * * * * * But trust me, Dears, Good-humour will prevail, When Airs, and Flights, and Screams, and Scoldings fail. Beauties in vain their pretty Eyes may roll, Charms strike the Sight, but Merit wins the Soul. It is a sad Thing when a Lady of Quality, who has been a Toast in her Youth, and has seen the white-gloved Beaux, as Mr. _Pope_ calls them, bowing to her from the Pit, and kissing the scented Tips of their Gloves to her in the Ring; who has flaunted at _Vauxhall_, and shone in a Side-Box of the Opera-House in _Lincoln's Inn Fields_; has run down _Handel_, and run af…
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