Some fretful tempers wince at every touch ;
You always do too little, or too much :
You speak with life, in hopes to entertain;
Your elevated voice goes through the brain:
You fall at once into a lower key;
-the drone-pipe of an humble bee!
The southern sash admits too strong a light;
You rise and drop the curtain :- -now it's night.
-you stir the fire and strive
-that's roasting him alive.
Serve him with venʼson, and he chuses fish ;
With soal, that's just the sort he would not wish.
He takes what he at first profess'd to loath;
And in due time feeds heartily on both;
;
Yet, still o'erclouded with a constant frown ;
He does not swallow, but he gulps it down.
Your hope to please him vain on every plan,
Himself should work that wonder, if he can.
Alas! his efforts double his distress;
He likes your's little, and his own still less.
Thus always teazing others, always teaz'd,
His only pleasure is to be displeas'd.
