And then he swore; and, sighing, on he slipped

A pair of trousers of flesh-coloured silk;[FF]Next with a virgin zone he was equipped,

Which girt a slight chemise as white as milk;

But tugging on his petticoat, he tripped,

Which—as we say—or as the Scotch say, whilk,[295](The rhyme obliges me to this; sometimes

Monarchs are less imperative than rhymes)—[FG]