When call'd upon to prove our taste
In ssaving what would run to waste;
For rumpled fin'ry, all thrown by,
Is safer in our custody.
—When t'other day the Knight bespoke
A new great-coat and Hussar cloak;
'Sure, Sir,' I said, 'you have forgot
Of these same coverings what a lot,
Neither be-spotted, scratch'd or torn
And some of them have scarce been worn,