My clothing's fine as velvet rare,
Though under earth my dwellings are;
And when above it I appear,
My enemies put me oft in fear.
The gard'ner does at me repine,
I spoil his works as he does mine.
The Mole.
My form is beauteous to the ravish'd sight,
My habit gay, my color gold or white;
When ladies take the air, I without pride,
A faithful partner am close by their side.
I near their persons constantly remain,
A favorite slave, bound with a golden chain;
And though I can both speak and go alone,
Yet are my motions to myself unknown.