In the height of fashion poem summary

Once the greatest earl could flout us,

And the meanest scribe could sneer—

Nought too bad to say about us,

Nought too hard for us to hear.

Slaves to journal-owning Neroes,

And we died—no matter how—

We’re sweet singers now and heroes,

We are fashionable now.

Once we suffered all save gaol, if

We’d no rich admirers near;

And our sole guest was the bailiff

And our only comfort beer.

Now we’ll dine with toffs and “ladies”,

Who shall clasp our hands and bow.

Let the pale muse go to Hades!

We are fashionable now.

Once we had to be contented

With the “Palace of the Mind”,

While our coats were washed and mended,

And our pants were patched behind;

Now by goose-knights we are measured,

While the lordly tailors bow;

And our worn-out pants are treasured