Love raised up mirth on this fantastic round,
Which looked like a balloon just coming to the ground,
’Neath which the ankles made display,
Which, with Balmoral boots, looked very gay
As military heels displayed their rings.
Oh, Fashion, most fantastic maid!
Friend of pleasure, frailty’s aid;
Why, goddess, it can’t be denied
That thou dost many a blemish hide.
But where is now the simple art