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.