One dignity delays for all, One mitred afternoon.
None can avoid this purple, None evade this crown.
Coach it insures, and footmen, Chamber and state and throng;Bells, also, in the village, As we ride grand along.
What dignified attendants, What service when we pause!
How loyally at parting Their hundred hats they raise!
How pomp surpassing ermine, When ****** you and IPresent our meek escutcheon, And claim the rank to die!