The clothes—their different duties made to pay,
To deck the stage by night, the street by day;
The pictures slyly drawn on Hogarth’s plan,
Garrick i’ the lanthorn—Quin in the sedan;
The toilet stocked to decorate the play,
Paint, Indian ink, burnt cork, and whiting gay;
While on the clothes-pins rang’d in gaudy show,
Robes deck’d with foil-stones, glittered in a row.
Vain transitory splendours could not all
Reprieve the mimic monarch from his fall.