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Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they read more
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers,
What hides the body oft the mind discovers.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to read more
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely read more
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats and caps and golden rings,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;
With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And thosne but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that read more
He was a wight of high renowne,
And thosne but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that putts the countrye downe,
Man, take thine old cloake about thee.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on,
Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.
A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on,
Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to read more
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to wear an old blue coat
All buttoned down before.