’Tis no Matter, says Reynard, by Dint of Persuasion,
I’ll make all my Brethren believe ’tis the Fashion,
Though at the same Time, he was in a d——d Passion.
Underwritten.
——Although they all come in,
There’s none can laugh, but those that win.
New Fashions are Gins that I mortally hate;
I’ll keep my old Fashion, and keep my Estate.
No coaxing, no wheedling, good Mr. Fox.
Recruiting Officer.