BUT Stultz sometimes exports a dandy over,
Or, in more modern phrase, an exquisite,
(Being delicate, they always cross by Dover,)
To show us exiles how a coat should fit.
Now don’t mistake, or think I mean to cover
This caste with ridicule , O, far from it !
I’m told they’re lady-like and harmless creatures,
With something of hermaphroditish features.

I like to look at them! the cheek of cream,
Too soft for love, or wine, or war, or mirth, to
Disturb into expression; eyes whose beam
Is delicate as wax-light; voice for earth too
Dulcet by half! , such beings as, ‘twould seem,
A maiden lady might have given birth to,
Without once erring from her frigid strada,
Or flirting with a soul, except her shadow.

You’ll know one by its stays, screw-spurs, perhaps
A lewd-sketch’d box that music, and not snuff, fills,
To show the diamond finger off that taps:
Its puny chest bulged out with vests and ruffles,
As if ’twere furnish’d, like the sphinx, with paps ,
But still more like a turkey stuff’d with truffles.
Pshaw! ‘stead of heaving sail thus rigg’d to roam,
I wish those apes in stays would stay at home.

Quoted from: The Common-Place Book of Humorous Poetry. London, 1826: 356f.