Are Desdemonas, plagu’d with jealous spouses.
’Tis true, there is some change, I must confess,
Since Shakspeare’s time, at least, in point of dress:
The ruffs are gone, and the long female waist
Yields to the Grecian, more voluptuous taste;
While circling braids the copious tresses bind,
And the bare neck spreads beautiful behind.
Our senators and peers no longer go,
Like men in armour, glitt’ring in a row;
But, for the cloak and pointed beard we note