And seising hired horses is a jest.
I'd walk the mornings with an oaken stick,
With gloves and hat, like my own footman, Dick.
A footman I wou'd be, in outward show,
In sense, and education, truly so.
As for my head, it should ambiguous wear
At once a periwig, and its own hair.
My hair I'd powder in the women's way,
And dress, and talk of dressing, more than they.
I'll please the maids of honour, if I can;