A man of taste and dissipation ...
In sleep, in dress, and sport and play
He throws his worthless life away...
With a disdainful smile or frown
He on the riff-raff crowd looks down;
The world polite his friends and he;
And all the rest are - nobody!...
Custom pursues, his only rule,
And lives and Ape, and dies a Fool.
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