[…]As they the earth would ſhoulder from her ſeat,[…]

Mind you, clothes were clothes in those days. There was a great deal of them, lavish both in material and in workmanship.

In fact, Gwendolen, not intending it, but intending the contrary, had offended her hostess, who, though not a splenetic or vindictive woman, had her susceptibilities.

Now the Fowler […] Treads the crimp Earth,