One of Time's Changes

Some things have chang'd from what they were 'Tis strange as foolish, but 'tis got so

When all the fairest of the fair; Who are not idle, would be thought so;

Whom Fame has rank'd among the 'beauties;' And ladies too, have grown so common,

Were skillful in domestic duties. No wonder if they plunder Mammon!

Our modern Misses scarce believe Now who, beneath proud Fashion's peal,

That ladies us'd to spin and weave: Will dare draw music from the wheel,

Or, that gay Princesses, of yore, Or regulate the kitchen, when

Wrought the right garments, Princes wore. Eliza stops, to wield the pen? ELIZA.

Since Fashion has with Folly met,

The stars of Industry have set

Pleasure and Profit have disbanded,

And Labor, like grim Want, is branded.