Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

Fashion , more fickle than the breeze,
As this is up, and that is down,
In various forms attempts to please
The humours of th'inconstant town.

In sable vest she now appears,
And now in snowy robes is seen;
So diff'rent is the hue she wears,
She moves the rainbow's changeful queen.

Courted by every breast, she flies
From gay to grave, from grave to gay;
She roves at large, and freely cries,
Let Fashion gild each varying day.