Or doubled-bottom frieze; their guarded feet
Defy the muddy dangers of the street,
While, with hat unlooped, the fury dread
Of spouts high streaming, and with cautious tread
Shun every dashing pool, or idly stop
To seek the kind protection of a shop.
But business summons; now with hasty scud
You jostle for the wall; the spattered mud
Hides all thy hose behind; in vain you scour.
Thy wig, alas! uncurled, admits the shower.