The PLAY-THING chang'd

KITTY's charming voice and face, Syren-like, first caught my fancy; Wit and humour next take place, And now I doat on sprightly Nancy.

Kitty tunes her pipe in vain, With airs most languishing and dying; Calls me false ungrateful swain, And tries in vain to shoot me slying.

Nancy with resistless art, Always humorous, gay, and witty; Has talk'd herself into my heart, And quite excluded tuneful Kitty.

Ah Kitty! Love, a wanton boy, Now pleas'd with song, and now with prattle, Still longing for the newest toy, Has chang'd his whistle for a rattle.