XV
We wait the setting of the Dandy’s day,
Before that time!—He’s furbishing his dress,—
He will be ready for it!—and I say,
That yon old dandy rat amid the cress,—
Thanks to hard labour!—
If cleanliness is next to godliness,
The old fat fellow’s heaven’s neighbour!
XVI
You teach me a fine lesson, my old boy!
I’ve looked on my superiors far too long,
And small has been my profit as my joy.
You’ve done the right while I’ve denounced the wrong.
Prosper me later!
Like you I will despise the sniggering throng,
And please myself and my Creator.