Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew
ES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. Faces painted pink and brown ; Waistcoats strip'd and gaudy ; Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down, And straps to brace the body. Short great-coats that reach the knees, Boots like French postillion ; Worn the G——- race to please, But laugh'd at by the million. Square-toed shoes, with silken strings, Pantaloons not fitting ; Finger deck'd with wedding rings, And small-clothes made of knitting. Curricles so low, that they Along the ground seem dragging ; Hacks that weary half the day In Rotten-row are fagging. Bull-dogs grim, and boxers bold, In noble trains attending ; Science which is bought with gold, And flatt'rers vice commending. Hair-cords, and plain rings, to shew Many a
DY's favour,
HT by ev'ry vaunting beau, With mischievous endeavour. Such is giddy
ON's son ! Such a
RN
ER! Oh ! wou'd their reign had ne'er begun ! And may it soon BE
ER!
