Epigram, on a Female Virago and Actress

Dame C—ve, one day, her Mantua-maker met, As she chanc'd turn the corner of a street; She said, her gown was unbecoming made, Then call'd her stupid dowdy, cheating jade. The woman told her she'd a hellish spirit, And thought, no creature but herself had merit. C—ve then reply'd, with an indignant pout, You see, you b—ch, I throw my spirit out; The other cry'd, I keep my spirit in; And so you ought, cry'd C—ve, for yours is Gin.