Decreed that whofoever should offend

Against the well-known duties of a friend,
Convicted once, fhould ever after wear
But half a coat, and fhow his bofom bare.
The punishment importing this, no doubt,
That all was naught within, and all found out.

Oh, happy Britain! we have not to fear Such hard and arbitrary measure here; Elfe, could a law like that which I relate Once have the fanction of our triple state, Some few, that I have known in days of old, Would run moft dreadful risk of catching cold; While you, my friend, whatever wind should blow, Might traverfe England fafely to and fro, An honeft man, clofe-button'd to the chin, Broad-cloth without, and a warm heart within.