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Then drops the eye upon the pit,
Where dandies stand, and dowdies sit;
The irksome prison of he-brutes.
That to their beds would take their boots;
Where St*nh*pe in the foremost tier,
Performs an extra chandelier,
Reflecting on his polish'd forehead
The light from every stage-lamp borrow'd.
Or, where the Foreign Office nest
Shews fifty in a box comprest;
The diplomatic exquisites!
Copies of statesmen, beaux, and wits.
Thus men, ordain'd the world to master
Give their fac-similes in plaster;
And Chathams, Wellingtons, and Naps,
Are sold by Savoyards for raps.
Where dandies stand, and dowdies sit;
The irksome prison of he-brutes.
That to their beds would take their boots;
Where St*nh*pe in the foremost tier,
Performs an extra chandelier,
Reflecting on his polish'd forehead
The light from every stage-lamp borrow'd.
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Shews fifty in a box comprest;
The diplomatic exquisites!
Copies of statesmen, beaux, and wits.
Thus men, ordain'd the world to master
Give their fac-similes in plaster;
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Are sold by Savoyards for raps.
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