ABSTRACT
II. But still, howe’er you draw your bow, Your charms improve, your triumphs grow, New grace adorns your figure; More stiff your boots, more black your stock, Your hat assumes a prouder cock, Like Pistol’s (if ’twere bigger.) 39 †
II. But still, howe’er you draw your bow, Your charms improve, your triumphs grow, New grace adorns your figure; More stiff your boots, more black your stock, Your hat assumes a prouder cock, Like Pistol’s (if ’twere bigger.) 39 †