The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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MALE FASHIONS FOR 1799. |
The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson | ||
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MALE FASHIONS FOR 1799.
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
Whiskers like Jew Moses;
Padded collars, thick cravats,
And cheeks as red as roses.
Whiskers like Jew Moses;
Padded collars, thick cravats,
And cheeks as red as roses.
Faces painted pink and brown;
Waistcoats strip'd and gaudy;
Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down,
And straps to brace the body.
Waistcoats strip'd and gaudy;
Sleeves thrice doubled thick with down,
And straps to brace the body.
Short great-coats that reach the knees,
Boots like French postillion;
Worn the G--- race to please,
But laugh'd at by the million.
Boots like French postillion;
Worn the G--- race to please,
But laugh'd at by the million.
Square-toed shoes, with silken strings,
Pantaloons not fitting;
Finger deck'd with wedding rings,
And small-clothes made of knitting.
Pantaloons not fitting;
Finger deck'd with wedding rings,
And small-clothes made of knitting.
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Curricles so low, that they
Along the ground seem dragging;
Hacks that weary half the day
In Rotten-row are fagging.
Along the ground seem dragging;
Hacks that weary half the day
In Rotten-row are fagging.
Bull-dogs grim, and boxers bold,
In noble trains attending;
Science which is bought with gold,
And flatt'rers vice commending.
In noble trains attending;
Science which is bought with gold,
And flatt'rers vice commending.
Hair-cords, and plain rings, to shew
Many a lady's favour,
Bought by ev'ry vaunting beau,
With mischievous endeavour.
Many a lady's favour,
Bought by ev'ry vaunting beau,
With mischievous endeavour.
Such is giddy fashion's son!
Such a modern lover!
Oh! wou'd their reign had ne'er begun!
And may it soon be over!
Such a modern lover!
Oh! wou'd their reign had ne'er begun!
And may it soon be over!
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