And you, bright nymphs, who bless our eyes
With all that skill, that Taste supplies;
Learn, that accomplishments at best,
Serve but for garnish in Life's feast;
Yet still with these the polish'd wife
Shou'd deck the feast of human life;
Wit a poor Standing Dish wou'd prove,
Tho' 'tis an excellent Remove;
Howe'er your transient guests may praise
Your gay parade on gala days,
Yet know, your husband still will wish,
Good-nature for his Standing Dish.