When we have made our love, and gamed our gaming,

Dressed, voted, shone, and, may be, something more—

With dandies dined—heard senators declaiming—

Seen beauties brought to market by the score,

Sad rakes to sadder husbands chastely taming—

There's little left but to be bored or bore.

Witness those ci-devant jeunes hommes who stem

The stream, nor leave the world which leaveth them.