If the mazy dance she tread,
I sustain the tripping maid;
Easy tho' to all, and free,
Yet she foots it but with
Or at church, or at the play,
If she ogle, or she pray,
When she trips along the meads,
Or on  carpets treads,
In the sprightly month of
(Fatal month! some authors say,)
I both morning, noon, and night,
Order all her steps aright.
Who durst say, when I was by,
ever trod