Cravats, spats, three-piece suits and boots with a champagne shine.
These're a few of my fa-vor-ite things.
Anyway, playing the part of some erudite man-about-town is a lot funner than actually being one, because actually being one requires an unwarranted measure of pride and self-delusion—and since I make a point of avoiding pitfalls of that sort, I'd rather just take the laughable visage and accoutrement, thank you.
Still, it'd be awesome to be Lord Byron for a day—but only for a day! I'd hit it and quit it.