With his cap the wrong end foremost upon his freshman’s brow.
A pink and snowy buckskins, when next we met he wore,
The expression of his banker was more thoughtful than before;
And riding by his side was one who strove, and not in vain
To borrow five and twenty pounds he ne’er might see again;
I saw him lend the money; and methinks I see him now,
With his hunting cap of velvet upon his sportsman’s brow.
And once again I see that brow; no sporting cap is there:
An article at four-and-nine sits on its untrimmed hair;
I see him playing racquets in the Fleet,[6] yet even now