Chapter 1647 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

XVIII.

When we have made our love, and gamed our gaming, Dressed, voted, shone, and, may be, something more-- With dandies dined--heard senators declaiming-- Seen beauties brought to market by the score, Sad rakes to sadder husbands chastely taming-- There's little left but to be bored or bore. Witness those _ci-devant jeunes hommes_ who stem The stream, nor leave the world which leaveth them.