The sage  you know,
Asserted many Years ago,
That when or Man or Woman dies,
The Soul to some new Mansion flies?
If so,  now so fair
May range the Woods a sullen Bear:
Likewise the courtly
The Lady's Darling to be sure:
Tho' he in sparkling Laces glow,
The Pattern of a perfect Beau;
When he puts off the human Shape,
May strut a Monkey or an Ape.