But i’ faith she had been wiser than me,

For she took a bottle to church.”

Robert Southey.

THE POET OF FASHION

HIS book is successful, he’s steeped in renown,

His lyric effusions have tickled the town;

Dukes, dowagers, dandies, are eager to trace

The fountain of verse in the verse-maker’s face;

While, proud as Apollo, with peers tête-à-tête,

From Monday till Saturday dining off plate,