All may be vanity under the sun,

But all is charming when done tête à tête.

Neighbours will call—what a trouble it is!

Dinners and parties are made for our sake:

Why must society trouble our bliss?

Dinners and neighbours are quite a mistake!

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Drest as a bride, I must dine at the Grange;

Harry beside me, I have not a care;

Only it seems so exceedingly strange

Not to be thinking of meeting him there!

Jane does my hair with a skill, I confess,

Smilingly thinking of days that are gone,

When for a party I ran up to dress

With neither a husband nor maid of my own.

Life that is past, did you certainly pass?

When were you actual? how did you change?

Who is this girl that I see in the glass

Thinking of things that are happy and strange?

Who is this man who may enter the room,

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