And there's the New Politics, all grab and sneak;
And something dull dubbed the New Humour!
The New Art; I'm certain it comes from Old Nick,
It's so diabolic and dirty.
Faith! some of their Novelties make me feel sick,
And most of them make me feel "shirty."
The New Year!—well, that is as old as the hills.
The New Leaf—we annually turn it.
Ah! if the New Newness would banish Old Ills.
Not e'en an Old Fogey would spurn it.