… Quick, her hands displace, With rude attack, the honours of her face. Before the once-lov'd shrine she cannot stay; Half-dress'd and unberoug'd, she hastes away; And, weeping, bellows, in distracted tone, “A chair! A chair! I languish to be … tho' without its flame, “I rush'd into the pleasures of the Ton, “Laugh'd at the world, and was myself alone . “Dress, Equipage, Diversions, all supply “Fresh fuel for the flame of Vanity. “But, oh! Diversions, Equipage, and Dress, “Did not procure the expected happiness! “To make it worse, one Mother shook her head, “The other sorrow'd o'er my …