[The ideal lady's pocket, that shall at once be accessible to its owner and defy the footpad's art, has yet to be invented.—Wears of Tautologus.]
My Julia's chaste and winsome cheer,
Her comely lip, her coral ear,
And eke her knickerbocker gear,—
These be the theme of rhyming folk,
Whereof the skill I here invoke
In malediction of her poke;
In that it passeth human wit
By sleight of hand withal to hit
Upon the pathless track of it.