To have nothing that's stylish or new!
We are centuries out of the mode,
Though we live in a manor, 'tis true.
And I want a few trifles in haste;
'Tis too bad—for you've plenty to do—
But I know you've such excellent taste,
And I'll leave it entirely to you.
So get me, from Waterloo Place,
(What you pay I shall never regard)
Twenty yards of the best Brussels lace,