Classic Poem

" 'Twas not so in my time," surly Grumio exclaims,
When our fancies, and fashions, and follies he blames:
But your times, and our times, and all times, old Bluff!
Can show fancies, and fashions, and follies enough!
Your taste was the formal, as ours is the flimsy:
You made wisdom grimace; we make elegance whimsy.
'Tis all the same foppery, dressed different ways!
Yours was yesterday's nonsense; and ours is today's!