So that the wind his airy breast assails;
Below, he wears the nether garb of males,
Of crimson plush, but non-plushed at the knee;—
Thence further down the native red prevails,
Of his own naked fleecy hosierie:—
Two sandals, without soles, complete his cap-a-pie.
X.
Nathless, for dignity, he now doth lap
His function in a magisterial gown,
That shows more countries in it than a map,—