Some deference at least,
And give a thought of what to wear
Upon the public thoroughfare.
And should’st thou wish to walk aright,
Let Mr. Beerbohm be thy mould;
Sedate yet courtly, and polite
As any beau of old;
Yea, plant thy footsteps in the tracks
Of our inimitable Max!
Enclose thy larynx in a stock