late kind Gift let me restore;
For I must never wear it more.
My Mother cries, "What's here to do?
"A Crimson Velvet Cap for you!
"If to these Heights so soon you climb,
"You'll wear a  Cap in time:
"Perhaps on Palfry pace along,
"With ruffled Shirt, and ;
"Banish the Woman from your Face,
"And let the Rake supply the Place;
"Delighted see the People stare,
"And ask each other what you are?