ill his precious self his dear delight;
who loves his own smart shadow ireets,
better than e'er the fairest she he meets;
much specious lore, but little uood,
(veneering oft outshihe solid wood),
his solid sense, by inches you must tell,
but mete his ing by the scottish ell!
a man of fashion too, he made his tour,
learn'd “vive bagatelle et vive l'amour;”
so travell'd moheir grimace improve,
polish their grin—nay, sigh for dies' love!
his meddling vanity, a busy fiend,
still making work his selfish craft must mend.
* * * cro came,
The Poets Progress(5/8)