CROPS like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
 Whispers like Jew MOSES ;
 Padded collars, thick cravats,
 And cheeks as red as roses.

 Faces painted pinkand brown ;
 Waistcoats strip'd and gaudy ;
 Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down,
 And straps to brace the body.

 Short great-coats that reach the knees,
 Boots like French postillion ;
Worn the G{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} race to please,
 But laugh'd at by the million.

Square-toed shoes, with silken strings,
 Pantaloons not fitting ;
Finger deck'd with wedding rings,
 And small-clothes made of knitting.

Curricles so low, that they
 Along the ground seem dragging ;
Hacks that weary half the day
 In Rotten-row are fagging.

Bull-dogs grim, and boxers bold,
 In noble trains attending ;
Science which is bought with gold,
 And flatt'rers vice commending.

Hair-cords, and plain rings, to shew
 Many a LADY's favour,
BOUGHT by ev'ry vaunting beau,
 With mischievous endeavour.

Such is giddy FASHION's son !
 Such a MODERN LOVER !
Oh ! wou'd their reign had ne'er begun !
 And may it soon BE OVER !