T’exclude from our party poor old Mrs. Tabby,[18]
[p11]
And the Rustics[19] I’ll ask, though not one has a gown
In which to appear, save of black, grey, or brown;
And some of them go, too, so feathered and flounced,
That the Coxcomb[20] called Prominent, on them pronounced
A sentence of censure, quite just, but so tart,
That I felt, when I heard it, quite cut to the heart.
[p12]
But now to proceed, Sire, the Leopard[21] I vote,
Be razed from our list, with that ugly old Goat,[22]
Who in youth made such terrible use of his jaws,