What thing goes there? it looks as gay
As flowers that spring in rosy May;
In men’s array , what sex, I wonder?
It looks as of the doubtful gender.
Such glitt’ring things do often please,
Like small change are passed off with ease ,
But this will not my friends surprise,
For we oft sport with butterflies,
And like those insects of a day,
The flutt’ring Fop soon dies away.

Quoted from: Moses Guest: Poems on Several Occasions. Cincinnati: Looker & Reynolds, 1824.