The Modern World disrob'd or, both sexes Stript of their pretended vertue. In Two Parts. First, Of the Ladies. Secondly, Of the Gentlemen. With Familiar Descant upon every Character [by Edward Ward] |
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The Modish Gentleman:
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The Modish Gentleman:
OR, The Climbing Courtier.
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Ne'er
think it strange, that Knaves should rise,
Whilst honest Men are laid by;
There's something that in private lies,
Which many a Man is made by.
Whilst honest Men are laid by;
There's something that in private lies,
Which many a Man is made by.
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Some climb aloft, to little born,
But let it be no Wonder;
Perhaps he has the Luck to turn
Some pow'rful Lady under.
But let it be no Wonder;
Perhaps he has the Luck to turn
Some pow'rful Lady under.
Stage-Harlots we have often seen
Advanc'd to lofty Station,
And coach'd in State, like Madam Gwin,
To th'Scandal of the Nation.
Advanc'd to lofty Station,
And coach'd in State, like Madam Gwin,
To th'Scandal of the Nation.
Young cunning Jilts, we daily see,
Are kept in State by N---s,
And make those Men of high Degree,
Right honourable Bubbles.
Are kept in State by N---s,
And make those Men of high Degree,
Right honourable Bubbles.
Why therefore mayn't Sir Foplin rise
By Flatt'ries and Indearments,
And pass between a Lady's Thighs,
To very great Preferments?
By Flatt'ries and Indearments,
And pass between a Lady's Thighs,
To very great Preferments?
For Women that admire the Sport,
Will have their Sparks to ease 'em;
And will do any Kindness for't,
To Fav'rites that can please 'em.
Will have their Sparks to ease 'em;
And will do any Kindness for't,
To Fav'rites that can please 'em.
Ladies, who high and stately are,
May talk of being vertuous;
But Honour will not guard the Fair,
From being kind and courteous.
May talk of being vertuous;
But Honour will not guard the Fair,
From being kind and courteous.
Therefore, the fawning Beau-Gallant,
That can with Flatt'ries tongue 'em,
If he's but wise, need nothing want,
That gets but in among 'em.
That can with Flatt'ries tongue 'em,
If he's but wise, need nothing want,
That gets but in among 'em.
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