Blest be that social pow'r, the first who pair'd
The erring footman with th' unerring card.
'Twas VENUS sure; for by their faithful aid
The whisp'ring lover meets the blushing maid:
From solitude they give the cheerful call
To the choice supper, or the sprightly ball:
Speed the soft summons of the gay and fair,
From distant Bloomsbury to Grosvenor's square;
And bring the colonel to the tender hour,
From the parade, the senate, or the Tower.