That not an alley-boy old Abel knew;
Broad polish’d buttons blazed that coat upon,
And just beneath the watch’s trinkets shone, -
A splendid watch, that pointed out the time,
To fly from business and make free with crime:
The crimson waistcoat and the silken hose
Rank’d the lean man among the Borough beaux:
His raven hair he cropp’d with fierce disdain,
And light elastic locks encased his brain:
More pliant pupil who could hope to find,