Sense,  Sense, in this gay town
Must have some vehicle to pass her down,
Nor can She for an hour ensure her reign,
Unless She brings fair Pleasure in her train.
Let Her, from day to day, from year to year,
In all her grave solemnities appear,
And, with the voice of trumpets, thro' the streets
Deal lectures out to ev'ry one She meets,
Half who pass by are deaf, and t'other half
Can hear indeed, but only hear to laugh.