IV
You nice little madam! you know you’re nice.
I remember hearing a parson say
You’re a plateful of vanity pepper’d with vice;
You chap at the gate thinks t’ other way.
On his waistcoat you read both his head and his heart:
There’s a whole week’s wages there figured in gold!
Yes! when you turn round you may well give a start:
It’s fun to a fellow who’s getting old.