And stamped, and shook his dress-coat skirts,
With giant wavings of his arm;
And then—he went and changed his shirt!
And said the house was very full.
And so he drove a thriving trade,
With symphonies in classic way;
With Drummers and with Zouaves' call
Himself upon himself did play,
Each season ending with a ball
Of masques, his fortune thus he made.