 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
THE MAN OF FASHION
A Chap whose modish pucker'd shouldersCreate a laugh in all beholders,
Whose full-stuff'd Cape may well be said
To look more knowing than his head;
With Boots rais'd far above his knee,
And toes as square as square can be;—
One who in gaming takes delight,
Was last night cheated—cheats to-night,
Who'll seldom lend but often borrow,
A fool to-day—a knave to-morrow,—
To grace a Gala only fit,
Much better stock'd with cash than wit,
In Folly's temple early bred,
With a full purse and empty head,
Well skill'd in drinking, flirting, dashing,—
Such is a modern Man of Fashion.
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