What lives are so happy as those of the fair, Who scarcely one moment from pleasure can spare; But leave to their husbands reflection and care? Such, such is the life of a belle. All morning, when others are up and employed, She's dreaming of pleasures the last night enjoyed; Whilst Betty for orders attends at her side. Such, such is the life of a belle. She breakfasts at noon, and just slips on her gown; Calls a chair to the door, and away, round the Town. And, just about two, in the Park is set down. Such, such is the life of a belle. Then, trips up the Mall, and soon joins with the rest; And of each awkward creature she meets, makes a jest. Kills two or three beaus; and away to be drest. Such, such is the life of a belle. She seldom attends either High Church, or Low; But never is absent when other belles go. Nor scruples to pray, if the fashion be so. Such, such is the life of a belle. Her dinner and dressing employ her till eve. Some troublesome tradesman to see her begs leave; But the coach at the door soon procures a reprieve. Such, such is the life of a belle. At evening, she visits, drinks tea, plays her fan, Collects all the news, and what chit-chat she can, And wonders her Sex can be fond of a man! Such, such is the life of a belle! |