The bulging sleeve, which dives in ev'ry dish,
And trailing dress to raise the dust? I wish
The world would wiser grow. But, what's more strange
To me, is, though their fancies ever change
(Which shows they never can perfection reach),
They still their youth in copy slips will teach
That maxim immoral, you p'rhaps have heard them tell,
That 'to be out of fashion, one might just as well
Far out of the universe at a distance dwell.'
"But still, sir, fashions are of use