A Little, Upright, Pert, Tart, Tripping Wight, And Still His Precious Self His Dear Delight; Who Loves His Own Smart Shadow In The Streets Better Than E'Er The Fairest She He Meets: A Man Of Fashion, Too, He Made His Tour, Learn'D Vive La Bagatelle, Et Vive L'Amour: So Travell'D Monkeys Their Grimace Improve, Polish Their Grin, Nay, Sigh For Ladies' Love. Much Specious Lore, But Little Understood; Veneering Oft Outshines The Solid Wood: His Solid Sense, By Inches You Must Tell. But Mete His Cunning By The Old Scots Ell; His Meddling Vanity, A Busy Fiend, Still Making Work His Selfish Craft Must Mend.