Fine B——observes no other rules
Than those the Coterie prize;
She thinks, whilst Lords continue fools,
'Tis vulgar to be wise:

Thinks rudeness wit in noble dames,
Adultery, love polite;
That ducal stars shoot brighter flames
Than all the host of light.

Yet sages own that greatness throws
A grace on Spencer's charms;
On Hagley's verse, on Stanhope's prose,
And gilded Marlborough's arms.

For titles here their reverence ends,
In general Wisdom thinks
The higher Grandeur's scale ascends,
The lower Nature's sinks.