And neither Moore nor Savory with seidlitz draughts rekindles ’em.
Then there are clubs where persons parliamentary preponderate,
And clubs for men upon the turf (I wonder they ar’n’t under it);
Clubs where the winning ways of sharper folks pervert the use of clubs,
Where knaves will make subscribers cry, “Egad! this is the deuce of clubs!”
For country squires the only club in London now is Boodle’s, sirs,
The Crockford Club for playful men, the Alfred Club for noodles, sirs:
These are the stages which all men propose to play their parts upon,
For Clubs are what the Londoners have clearly set their hearts upon.
Theodore Hook.