Who catered for the gilded throng,

Who chid me when my taste was wrong,

Whose credit—and whose price—was long?—

My Tailor!

Who chatted when I felt depressed,

Who proffered wine with friendly zest,

Whose weeds were ever of the best?—

My Tailor!

Who with sartorial oil anoints

My vanity, who pads my joints,