The corset and the crinoline

by William Barry Lord

"Nor must we blame them whilst they stretch their art

In rich adornment and being wondrous smart;

For that, perhaps, may stand 'em more in stead

Than loads of ribbons fluttering on the head.

And, let philosophers say what they will,

There's something surer than their eyes do's kill;

We tell the nymph that we her face adore,

But plain she sees we glance at something more.

"In vain the ladies spend their morning hours

Erecting on their heads stupendous towers;