LXXIX.

The squires familiarly formal, and

My Lords and Ladies proudly condescending;

The very servants puzzling how to hand

Their plates—without it might be too much bending

From their high places by the sideboard's stand—

Yet, like their masters, fearful of offending;

For any deviation from the graces

Might cost both man and master too—their places.

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