Will never know the good that’s done,
Until their mortal race is run!”
Pardon, my friends, this short digression;[3]
We hasten now to the Procession.
All points of etiquette discuss’d,
And gravely fix’d,—a task which must
Require no little time and pains,
And rack the reverend vicar’s brains,—
All points of moment now decided,
The parties class’d, the ranks divided,