A frequent Character.

What an easy, happy Life,
Free from Noise and worldly Strife;
Ev'ry Hour's dear Employ
Brings a very Life of Joy;
Vulgar Mortals come not near,
We're the Guardians of the Fair;
Shou'd the Day invite to walk,
Or at Home, with prattling Talk ,
If the Humour, — strait a Card —
(Proof of Sex's best Regard)
" Billy D ANGLE we expect,
Ever ready, no Neglect;
He's a sweet, engaging Soul,
Subject to our mild Controul . "
To their Order, in a Trice,
Billy , garnish'd out so nice,
Comes submissive, and with Speech
Too refin'd for Me to reach;
" Begs to know the Ladies Pleasure,
He awaits their ev'ry Leisure;
Proud, most ready to obey,
Such a sweet, despotic Sway,
Craves the Service of the Day.
Instant he's dispatch'd, to bear
Greetings to some absent Fair;
That she wou'd, with utmost Speed,
(Billy feigns some pressing Need)
Haste, and join the Morning's Rout —
What's their Scheme? a Gad-a-bout:
Well — suppose the Group compleat;
Out they trip it into Street:
Now, Sir, D ANGLE'S in the Rear,
Then again, his G EN'RAL F AIR ,
Orders him in Front to move;
He obeys, nor envies J OVE ;
Thus the Morning's Sun is spent,
Billy happy — Fair content:
Home they go, with laughing Eyes;
There, without the least Disguise,
Vow their Spark is vastly wise .