Don Juan 05-076
Canto the Fifth
 
     LXXVI

"I offer you a handsome suit of clothes:
     A woman's, true; but then there is a cause
Why you should wear them." -- "What, though my soul loathes
     The effeminate garb?" -- thus, after a short pause,
Sigh'd Juan, muttering also some slight oaths,
     "What the devil shall I do with all this gauze?"
Thus he profanely term'd the finest lace
Which e'er set off a marriage-morning face.
 

Don Juan 05-077
Canto the Fifth
 
     LXXVII

And then he swore; and, sighing, on he slipp'd
     A pair of trousers of flesh-colour'd silk;
Next with a virgin zone he was equipp'd,
     Which girt a slight chemise as white as milk;
But tugging on his petticoat, he tripp'd,
     Which -- as we say -- or, as the Scotch say, whilk
(The rhyme obliges me to this; sometimes
Monarchs are less imperative than rhymes) --
 

Don Juan 05-078
Canto the Fifth
 
     LXXVIII

Whilk, which (or what you please), was owing to
     His garment's novelty, and his being awkward:
And yet at last he managed to get through
     His toilet, though no doubt a little backward:
The negro Baba help'd a little too,
     When some untoward part of raiment stuck hard;
And, wrestling both his arms into a gown,
He paused, and took a survey up and down.
 

Don Juan 05-079
Canto the Fifth
 
     LXXIX

One difficulty still remain'd -- his hair
     Was hardly long enough; but Baba found
So many false long tresses all to spare,
     That soon his head was most completely crown'd,
After the manner then in fashion there;
     And this addition with such gems was bound
As suited the ensemble of his toilet,
While Baba made him comb his head and oil it.
 

Don Juan 05-080
Canto the Fifth
 
     LXXX

And now being femininely all array'd,
     With some small aid from scissors, paint, and tweezers,
He look'd in almost all respects a maid,
     And Baba smilingly exclaim'd, "You see, sirs,
A perfect transformation here display'd;
     And now, then, you must come along with me, sirs,
That is -- the Lady:" clapping his hands twice,
Four blacks were at his elbow in a trice.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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