Did strive to ruin great Alcanzar’s fame.
He dress’d himself all in a maid’s array,
Gown, stays and petticoat, extremely gay;
A muslin head-dress, with a large toopee;
Few of our Ladies look’d so fine as he.
Up street he walk’d with a majestic air,
And to Alcanzar’s lodgings did repair.
First gave a penny, then he shew’d his hand,
And did with down cast eyes dejected stand:
But who can tell the sequel without tears?