The School of Politicks or, the humours of a coffee-house: a poem. The Second Edition Corrected and much Enlarged by the Author [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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[More various Scenes of Humour I might tell]
More various Scenes of Humour I might tell,Which in my little stay befel;
Such as grave Citts, who spending Farthings four,
Sit, smoke, and warm themselves an hour,
Of modish Town-sparks, drinking Chocolate,
With Bevir cockt, and laughing loud,
To be thought Wits amongst the Crow'd,
Or sipping Tea, while they relate
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But now I think 'tis time to close,
Lest to my Reader I should give offence,
And he be tir'd with mine,
As I was with their dull Impertinence.
My Reck'ning paid, I left the Room,
And in my passage Home,
Reflected thus—Is this the much desir'd
Blessing of Life, which most unjustly we
Call Regular Society?
Well, to my Closet I'll repair,
Past Times with present to compare,
My self to strictest Study I'll condemn,
And 'mongst some Authours wise and good,
Who Mankind best have understood,
My Weeks, Months, Years, endeavour to redeem.
Which vainly foolish, and unthinking I
Have spent in what we falsely call Good Company.
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