To mount the giddy top-mast, he
Would doff awhile his long-tail’d Coat.
What makes you simper, then, and sneer?
From out your own eye pull the mote;
A pretty thing for you to jeer!
Haven’t you, too, got a long-tail’d Coat?
Oh! “Dick’s scarce old enough,” you mean?
Why, though too young to give a vote,
Or make a will, yet, sure, Fifteen
’s a ripe age for a long-tail’d Coat.