Scrape not your own, like vulgar mortals,
Standing outside your Master's portals;
But of your cleanliness to vapour,
Use the hearth-rug, and save the scraper!
Ask not for leave each rambling bout,
The less your fear to be found 'out;'
Though p'raps you've had a bout of kissing,
And no one knows you've e'er been missing:
All that your fellow-servants know,