Where goest thou next, by hamlet or shore, When kings, when warriors, and priests are o'er? These for thee have the most to do, And these are the men must be looked unto. On courtier deign not to look down, Who swells at a smile, and faints at a frown. With noble maid stay not to parle, But give her one glance of the golden arle. Then, oh, there's a creature thou needs must see, Upright, and saintly, and stern is she! 'Tis the old maid, with visage demure, With cat on her lap, and dogs on the floor. Master, she'll prove a match for thee, With her psalter, and crosier, and Ave Mari. Move her with things above and below, Tickle her and teaze her from lip to toe; Should all prove vain, and nothing can move; If dead to ambition, and cold to love, One passion still success will crown, A glorious energy all thine own! 'Tis envy; a die that never can fail With children, matron, or maiden stale. Shew them in dreams from night to day A happy mother, and offspring gay; Show them the maiden in youthful prime, Followed and wooed, improving her time; And their hearts will sicken with envy and spleen, A leperous jaundice of yellow and green: And though frightened for hell to a boundless degree, They'll singe their dry perriwigs yet with thee. Speed thee, speed thee, &c. Where goest thou next? Where wilt thou hie thee? Still there is rubbish enough to try thee. Whisper the matron of lordly fame, There's a greater than she in splendor and name; And her bosom shall swell with the grievous load, And torrents of slander shall volley abroad, Imbued with venom and bitter despair: O sweet are the sounds to the Prince of the Air! Reach the proud yeoman a bang with a spear, And the tippling burgess a yerk on the ear; Put fees in the eye of the poisoning leech, And give the dull peasant a kick on the breech: As for the flush maiden, the rosy elf, You may pass her by, she will dream of herself. But that all may be gain, and nothing loss, Keep eye on the men with the cowl and the cross; Then shall the world go swimming before thee, In a full tide of liberty, licence, and glory! Speed thee, speed thee, &c.