Classic Poem

Sir Piume , the Banker , of each trading Lass,
(That newest French Edition of an Ass!)
Charm'd by dear Self, with Love may safely sport,
(As Things inanimate receive no Hurt)
On his own beauteous Person, deeply read,
No Love e'er reach'd his Heart, no Thought his Head;
Pangless, he woos some pangless Dame of Fashion,
And, in bad French , serenely lisps his Passion;
Then, as the Suit he makes is Right, or Wrong,
Triumphs in Rigadoon , or dies in Song .