The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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An Epigram out of Martial imitated Book 3. Epig. 54. |
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An Epigram out of Martial imitated Book 3. Epig. 54.
Sir Fopling, you're a Man of Fashion grown;The most accomplish'd Blade in all the Town,
'Tis all the Ladies talk; but tell me this,
What a fine Man of Mode and Fashion is.
'Tis he that's all the Morning at the Glass,
To put each Curle in its most proper place,
And in affected Forms to set his Face,
That smells of Essence, and the best Perfume,
Which does from India or Arabia come.
That when one speaks (as if he did not hear)
Hums o'er some wanton Song, or modish Air;
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And seems to dance at every step he goes,
That sits among the Women in the Pit,
And that he may be thought a Man of Wit;
He Whispers to the next as to a Friend,
That in loud Laughter does his whispering End,
That reads and writes Love-Letters to and fro,
And does each Gallants Wench and Mistress know.
Who, tho' unbidden is a constant Guest,
At Ev'ry Mask, at ev'ry Treat, and Feast.
But sits in Pain for fear the next should stir,
And so displace his Dress or Garniture.
Who knows New-Market Breed, so well, that he
Can tell you Jack-a-Dandy's Pedigree;
And down from long Descent pretends to trace
The famous Swallows, or Fleet Dragon's Race.
How Sir, What's this you say; Is this Buffoon
Admir'd so for a Spark throughout the Town?
Believe me Sir, on Earth there cannot be
A more ridiculous trifling Thing than he.
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