How all the needy honourable misters,

Each out-at-elbow peer, or desperate dandy,

The watchful mothers, and the careful sisters,

(Who, by the by, when clever, are more handy

At making matches, where "'t is gold that glisters,"

Than their he relatives), like flies o'er candy

Buzz round "the Fortune" with their busy battery,

To turn her head with waltzing and with flattery!