Reason with my cap and bells on his head!”
But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore,
That Beauty now liked him still less than before:
While Folly took
Old Reason’s book,
And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton,
That Beauty vow’d
(Tho’ not aloud)
She liked him still better in that than his own,
Yes,—liked him still better in that than his own.