The braggart will confer a boon
By changing to a toy balloon;
The snob tuft-hunter and the bore
To shuttlecock and battledore
Will turn; the highfalutin wights
The angel boys will fly as kites;
The gossip then will cease his prattle,
And be an angel baby’s rattle;
The prig—but you have got me there.
Whether in heaven, or elsewhere,