Too firmly bound, too tightly braced,
The corsets grasp his spider waist,
Till his coat tails are made to fly
Even from the back they glorify.
Look again, he is not there—
Vanished into the misty air!
Look again! do you see him yet?
Ah no! the bailiff has seized him for debt,
And to and fro, like a restless ghost,
When peace within the grave is lost,