Don Crassus plum'd with Bacularian Pride,
A Cap , a Gown , and eke a Robe beside;
Pedantically saunters up and down,
To satisfy the misbelieving Town,
Proud of Himself — but prouder of his Gown .
And well he may so; for the dapper Fellow
Is but poor Fustian , tho' his Gown 's Prunello!