The march of modern cultivation,
That licks the whole world into shape,
Has reached the Devil. In this wise generation
The Northern phantom is no longer seen,
And horns and tail and claws have been.
And for my hoof, with which I can’t dispense,
In good society ’twould give great offence;
Therefore, like many a smart sprig of nobility,
I use false calves to trick out my gentility.
The Witch. [dancing]