How all the needy honourable misters,
Each out-at-elbow peer, or desperate dandy,
The watchful mothers, and the careful sisters,
(Who, by the by, when clever, are more handy
At making matches, where “ ’tis gold that glisters,”
Than their he relatives), like flies o’er candy
Buzz round “the Fortune” with their busy battery,
To turn her head with waltzing and with flattery!