Share in their woes, it ne'er can fail;
Then share in foaming pots of ale.
For all the world the greatest bore,
That makes a Footman feel most sore,
In winter burn, in summer shiv'ry,
Is wearing that curst thing,—a livery!
Choose, if you can, where some such queer one,
Although a neither cheap nor dear one,
May make you, from the thing you're wrapt in,
To pass for some outlandish Captain.