And Nugents self must then admit
The advantage of a long-tail’d Coat.
Things are not now as when, of yore,
In Tower encircled by a moat,
The lion-hearted chieftain wore
A corselet for a long-tail’d Coat.
Then ample mail his form embraced,
Not, like a weazel, or a stoat,
“Cribb’d and confined” about the waist,
And pinch’d in, like Dick’s long-tail’d Coat;—