English poem
LADY H⸺ to Mrs. P⸺
by Charles Morris (1744–1838)
Said old Lady H⸺, once a blooming young wench, But whose head’s now adorn’d with gray hairs, “I admire the great comfort and taste which the French Combine in their fashion of chairs; For English, our frames are both simple and neat; Yet the French in past times were so puff’d, That our bottoms were never consider’d complete, Until sent o’er to France to be stuff’d.”
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