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A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.
A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever
smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums read more
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever
smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and
Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who
idles away the whole day among the chair of the ladies, and is
ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-
doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who
avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve,
who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast
to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What
do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus,
is a very trifling thing.
A fop? In this brave, licentious age
To bring his musty morals on the stage?
Rhime us read more
A fop? In this brave, licentious age
To bring his musty morals on the stage?
Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress
In metre, as Druids did the savages.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Has death his fopperies?
Has death his fopperies?
'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.
'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.
Of all the fools that pride can boast,
A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
Of all the fools that pride can boast,
A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite read more
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."