She'd keep his—what I said before—
To make him publicly absurd;
And Mrs. Peter kept her word.
The poor old fellow had no rest;
His coat, his stock, his shoes, his vest,
Were all that now met mortal eye—
The rest, invisibility!
"Now, madam, give them up, I beg—
I've bad rheumatics in my leg;
Besides, until you do, it's plain