“ With fair speeches cajol’d, as you’d tickle a trout,
'Gainst the barber the fish-wife no more could hold out;
He applied the right bait,and with flattery he caught her;
Without flattery a female’s a fish out of water.
XIX.
The state of her heart when the barber once guess’d,
Love’s siege with redoubled exertion be press’d;
And as briskly bestirr’d him, the charmer embracing,
As the wash-ball that dances and froths in his bason. ”

“ V.
But Cupid, who trims men of ev’ry station,
And ’twixt barbers and beaux makes no discrimination,
Would not let this superlative shaver alone,
Till he tried if his heart was as hard as his hone. ”

“ XVI.
He protested besides, if she’d grant his petition,
She should live like a lady of rank and condition:
And to Billingsgate market no longer repair,
But himself all her bus’ness would do to a hair. ”