English poem
Politeness
What! do I apprehend aright, My Boy, my Herbert impolite? Oh say! oh say not so. I did not see you doff your Hat To Lady Charlotte Merton, that Is not genteel you know.
See how polite young Frankie hies To ope the Door for General Wyse, And take from him his Cane. In later times, when Frank’s extoll’d, Your Manner, deemed uncouth and bold, Will give you bitter Pain.