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The BAG-WIG and the TOBACCO-PIPE.

FABLE XVI.

A bag-wig of a jauntee air,
Trick'd up with all a barber's care,
Loaded with powder and perfume,
Hung in a spendthrift's dressing-room:
Close by its side, by chance convey'd,
A black Tobacco-pipe was laid;

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And with its vapours far and near,
Outstunk the essence of Monsieur;
At which it's rage, the thing of hair,
Thus, bristling up, began declare.
“Bak'd dirt! that with intrusion rude
“Breakst in upon my solitude,
“And whose offensive breath defiles
“The air for forty thousand miles—
“Avaunt—pollution's in thy touch—
“O barb'rous English! horrid Dutch!
“I cannot bear it—Here, Sue, Nan,
“Go call the maid to call the man,
“And bid him come without delay,
“To take this odious pipe away.
“Hideous! sure some one smoak'd thee, Friend,
“Reversely, at his t'other end.
“Oh! what mix'd odours! what a throng
“Of salt and sour, of stale and strong!
“A most unnatural combination,
“Enough to mar all perspiration—
“Monstrous! again—'twou'd vex a saint!
“Susan, the drops—or else I faint!”
The pipe (for 'twas a pipe of soul)
Raising himself upon his bole,
In smoke, like oracle of old,
Did thus his sentiments unfold.
“Why, what's the matter, Goodman Swagger,
“Thou flaunting French, fantastic bragger?

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“Whose whole fine speech is (with a pox)
“Ridiculous and heterodox.
“'Twas better for the English nation
“Before such scoundrels came in fashion,
“When none sought hair in realms unknown,
“But every blockhead bore his own.
“Know, puppy, I'm an English pipe,
“Deem'd worthy of each Briton's gripe,
“Who, with my cloud-compelling aid
“Help our plantations and our trade,
“And am, when sober and when mellow,
“An upright, downright, honest fellow.
“Tho' fools, like you, may think me rough,
“And scorn me, 'cause I am in buff,
“Yet your contempt I glad receive,
“'Tis all the fame that you can give:
“None finery or fopp'ry prize;
“But they who've something to disguise;
“For simple nature hates abuse,
“And Plainness is the dress of Use.”