Billingsgate rhetoric and Borough gesture
Invade the (party) precincts of Mayfair—
To express the vulgar wrath now raging there.
We are Mob-ruled indeed—when Courtly Nob
Apes, near his Prince, the manners of the Mob!
The hoot is owlish; there are just two things
That hiss—one venom-fanged, one graced with wings.
Anserine or serpentine, ye well-dressed rowdies?
Dainty-draped dames, or duffel-skirted dowdies,
They who in rudeness thus their spite would slake,