The Emperor's Rout

ILLUSTRATED BY COLOURED PLATES.
LONDON: CHARLES TILT, 86, FLEET STREET. MDCCCXXXI.
Fanned by numberless wings in the moon’s silver ray,
“That vain Butterfly’s Ball, I hear, was most splendid,
And, as the world says, very fully attended,
Though she never asked us, but assigned as a cause,
We were all much too heavy to gallope and waltz.
What impertinence this, want of grace to ascribe
To the Lord of the whole Lepidopterous tribe;
I too’ll give a ball, and such folks to chastise,
I’ll not be at home to these pert butterflies.
What arrangements to make for a capital rout.”