Light she seems, but every one
By unexampled bulk surprises.
Oh, my Crinolina dear,
My pavement-filling Crinolina,
Beauty lies
In mod’rate size,
But Ton in your’s, my Crinolina!
Lesbia’s dress keeps out the cold,
Good taste, good sense, all feel, have graced it;
But Ton approval must withhold,