The corset and the crinoline

by William Barry Lord

Now doth she praise a sleeve that's long and wide,

Yet by and by that fashion doth deride;

Sometimes she applauds a pavement-sweeping train,

And presently dispraiseth it again;

Now she commands a shallow band so small

That it may seem scarce any band at all;

But now a new fancy doth she reele,

And calls for one as big as a coach-wheele;

She'll weare a flowry coronet to-day,

The symbol of her beauty's sad decay;