YE belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things,
Who trip in this frolicksome round,
Pray tell me from whence this indecency springs,
The sexes at once to confound:
What means the cock'd hat, and the masculine air,
With each motion design'd to perplex?
Bright eyes were intended to languish, not stare,
And softness the test of your sex.