E’en at the fright himself had made.
A Templar next with eyes on fire,
Looked through a helmet made of chain,
And Fancy cried she’d ne’er desire,
To see such head-dress worn again.
Then came the elongated toe
And hose that made the legs look taper,
With movement that of course was slow,
The wearer couldn’t cut a caper.
But thou, oh hoop, with ruffles grand,