“Now by this sacred perriwig I swear,
Which never more shall locks or ringlets bear,
Which never more shall form the smart toupee,
Forced from its parent head,—(as thou from me);
Once ’twas live hair; now form’d by th’ artist’s hand,
It aids the labours of the sacred band;
Adds to the vicar’s brow a decent grace,
And pours a glory round his rev’rend face.
By this I swear, when thou shalt ask again
My doors to enter, thou shalt ask in vain.”