In a Dye-Fat of Blue,
Which he ever will rue,
'Twas so lasting a Hue;
And that spoilt his hunting,
A Twelve-month or two, &c.
Daniel Cowper, &c.
On a Tavern Window in Fleet-Street.
An Address to our present Petit-Maitres.
No more let each fond foppling court a Brother,
And quit the Girls to dress for one another;