Ambrose Bierce,
Shapes of Clay
“ Yet sometimes, too, thou dost appear As boldly as a brigadier Tricked out with marks and signs, all o'er, Of rank, brigade, division, corps, To show by every means he can An officer is not a man; Or naked, with a lordly swagger, Proud as a cur without a wagger, Who says: "See simple worth prevail— All dog, sir—not a bit of tail!" 'T is then men give thee loudest welcome, As if thou wert a soul from Hell come. ”
