The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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VI. [Part VI.]
[Bullies, like Dunghill-Cocks, will strut and Crow]
Bullies , like Dunghill-Cocks, will strut and Crow,But few or none dare stand the Sparring Blow,
So does the Peevish Mongrel take delight
To snap and snarl, show Teeth, but dare not Bite;
Oft Mischief makes, but still the danger shuns;
He Creeps and Fawns, or else turns Tail and Runs.
So Cowards often do their Swords Unsheath,
But Cow'd and Daunted with the fear of Death,
Thus tamely shew their Blades, as fearful Curs their Teeth.
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A Character of a Quack.
A shame to Art, to Learning, and to Sence;A Foe to Vertue, Friend to Impudence;
Wanting in Natures Gifts and Heaven's Grace,
An Object Scandalous to Human Race;
A Spurious Breed by some Jack-Adams got;
Born of some Common Monstrous God-knows-what:
Into the World no Woman sure could bring
So vile a Birth, such an Unmanlike thing.
Train'd from his Cradle up in Vices School,
To Tumble, Dance the Rope, and Play the Fool.
Thus Learn'd he stroles with some Illit'rate Quack,
Till by long Travels he acquires the Knack,
To make the sweepings of a Drugsters shop,
Into some unknown Universal slop:
On which some senseless Title be bestows,
Tho' what is in't, nor Buy'r or Seller knows.
Then Lazy grown, he doth his Booth forsake,
Quitting the Rope and Hoop, and so turns Quack.
Thus by base means to Live, does worse pursue;
And Gulls the Poor of Life and Money too.
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On Bridewel.
'Twas once the Palace of a Prince,
If we may Books confide-in,
But given was by him long since,
For Vagrants to reside in,
If we may Books confide-in,
But given was by him long since,
For Vagrants to reside in,
The Crumbs that from his Table fell,
Once made the Poor the Fatter;
But those that in its Confines dwell,
Now feed on Bread and Water.
Once made the Poor the Fatter;
But those that in its Confines dwell,
Now feed on Bread and Water.
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No Ven'son now whereon to Dine;
No Frigasies nor Hashes;
No Balls, no Merriment, or Wine,
But Woful Tears and Slashes.
No Frigasies nor Hashes;
No Balls, no Merriment, or Wine,
But Woful Tears and Slashes.
No Prince or Peers, to make a Feast,
No Kettle-Drums or Trumpets,
But art become a shameful Nest,
Of Vagabonds and Strumpets.
No Kettle-Drums or Trumpets,
But art become a shameful Nest,
Of Vagabonds and Strumpets.
Where once the King and Nobles sat,
In all their Pomp and Splendor;
Grave City Grandeur nods its Pate,
And threatens each Offender.
In all their Pomp and Splendor;
Grave City Grandeur nods its Pate,
And threatens each Offender.
Unhappy thy Ignoble Doom,
Where Greatness once Resorted;
Now Hemp and Labour fills each Room,
Where Lords and Ladies sported.
Where Greatness once Resorted;
Now Hemp and Labour fills each Room,
Where Lords and Ladies sported.
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