What makes KITTY SPICER, and little Miss SAGO
To Auctions and Milliners Shops ev'ry Day go;
What makes them to vie with each other and quarrel
Which spends the most Money for splendid Apparel?
Why  — to shew they have much better Sense
Than their Fathers, who rais'd it by Shillings and Pence.
What sends PETER TEWKSBURY every Night
To the Play with such infinite Joy and Delight?
Why PETER's a Critic, with true Attic Salt,
Can damn the Performers, can hiss, and find fault,
And tell when we ought to express Approbation,
By thumping, and clapping, and Vociferation;
So he gains our Attention, and all must admire
Young TEWKSBURY's Judgment, his  and Fire.
But JACK DILETTANTE despises the Play'rs,
To Concerts and musical Parties repairs,
With Benefit-Tickets his Pockets he fills,
Like a Mountebank Doctor distributes his Bills;
And thus his Importance and Interest shews,
By conserring his Favours wherever He goes:
He's extremely polite both to me and my Couzen,
For he often desires us to take off a Dozen:
He has Taste, without doubt, and a delicate Ear,
No vile Oratorios ever could bear;
But talks of the Op'ras and his Signiora,
Cries
And oft is so kind as to thrust in a Note
While old Lady CUCKOW is straining her Throat,
Or little Miss WREN, who's an excellent Singer,
Then he points to the Notes, with a Ring on his Finger,
And shews Her the Crotchet, the Quaver, and Bar,
All the Time that she warbles, and plays the
Yet I think, tho' she's at it from Morning till Noon,
Her queer little Thingumbob's never in Tune.