Give me an equipage and four,
Blood bays, a page, and—rich OLD BUFFER.
An opera-box shall be my court,
Myself the sovereign of the women;
There moustached loungers shall resort,
Whilst Elssler o’er the stage is skimming.
If any rival dare dispute
The palm of ton, my set shall huff her;
I’ll reign supreme, make envy mute,
When once I wed a rich OLD BUFFFER!