Odes by Q. Horatius Flaccus, and the City Poet of 1788 . To Dicky Gossip. While he thinks of tittle-tattle, not to forget his wiggery. Do you see that stately caxon, Which looks with all its whiteness, Like a bush o’erlaid with snow ; And the curls, which range below, Stand stiff in frosty brightness. Come, melt some sweet pomatum— And, for powder do not stint us ; Draw your irons from the stove ; And, Dicky, quickly move, To make my old wig as portentous, Don’t ask of to-morrow’s matters, Since them, nor you, nor I, know ; Mind your shop, my boy, nor spurn From customers, to earn, For scraping their muzzles, their rhino.“rhino” is slang for money (OED). Show yourself a wise wig-maker, For sure you’ve enough to handle, As long as folks don’t wear Their own untrimmed grey hair, Without heeding the whispers of scandal. Yet ah, those ears so itching ! My muse can not restrain ’em ; Should a laugh come from the street, Comb and razor you would quit, Nor longer could your fingers retain ’em.