Classic Poem

With Self-sufficiency and State,
Absurd, affected in his Gait;
O'cr-run with Dignity of Wig,
A Journey round, so monstrous big!
This proud Hussar, with such a Cloak,
Had he but Whiskers, (O! the Joke!)
Deep skill'd in military Knowledge ,
That noble School! — a perfect College!
And yet his Merit, — nothing more
Than knowing two and two makes four.
From learned Sire , who, (bless the Time)
Rose from his slaught'ring grunting Swine;
He, by hereditary Claim,
Enjoys his Lack of Wit — and Name;
And is, in fine, without a Fable,
A skilful Blade — most wise and able .