Pudding-sleeve

His grazier's coat fall dovvn his heels: / He ſees, yet hardly can believe, / About each arm a pudding-ſleeve;⁠ / His vvaistcoat to a caſſock grevv / And both aſſum'd a ſable hue

Ah, Sir John! Here we are—hard at it—paving the road to matrimony—VVe'll have no jolts; all upon the nail, as eaſy as the nevv pavement.—Firſt the lavvyers, then comes the doctor—Let us but diſpatch the long-robe, vve ſhall ſoon ſet Pudding-ſleeves to vvork, I vvarrant you.