A wagon-horse tricked out with bells,
A sow in silks and satins,
A butcher's hair en papillote,
And lounging Piccadilly,
A clown in an embroidered coat,
Are not more gauche and silly.
Let atoms take their dusty dance,
But men are not corpuscles:
An Englishman's not made in France,
Nor wire and buckram muscles.