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 Beau-Officer:
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The Beau-Officer:
OR, The Coward in Commission.
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True
Fortitude in Poor or Rich,
Is such a graceful Talent,
That ev'ry Coward has an Itch
To be accounted valiant.
Is such a graceful Talent,
That ev'ry Coward has an Itch
To be accounted valiant.
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Some cheat the World with Soldiers Cloths,
And strut in Red, like Heroes,
When they've scarce Courage to oppose
An Army of Cock-Sparrows.
And strut in Red, like Heroes,
When they've scarce Courage to oppose
An Army of Cock-Sparrows.
Others in Publick fight Sham-Duels,
On Purpose to be parted,
And bully poor submissive Fools,
They know to be faint-hearted.
On Purpose to be parted,
And bully poor submissive Fools,
They know to be faint-hearted.
Or else in Play-house, at a Night,
Contend about their Doxies,
And draw their hurtless Blades, to fright
The Ladies in the Boxes:
Contend about their Doxies,
And draw their hurtless Blades, to fright
The Ladies in the Boxes:
Who squeak, that Men with brandish'd Swords
Should prove so rash and silly,
When they themselves, with fewer Words,
Would stand a Thrust more freely.
Should prove so rash and silly,
When they themselves, with fewer Words,
Would stand a Thrust more freely.
Thus Dastards many Ways contrive
To seem robust and froward,
And oft, against their Nature, strive
To shun the Name of Coward.
To seem robust and froward,
And oft, against their Nature, strive
To shun the Name of Coward.
Yet ev'ry Man, we plainly see,
Is fearful of his Brother;
Or why should one desire to be
Thought braver than another?
Is fearful of his Brother;
Or why should one desire to be
Thought braver than another?
Therefore, since Courage is a Name,
That most Men do delight in,
The Scarlet Beau we must condemn,
That is avers'd to fighting.
That most Men do delight in,
The Scarlet Beau we must condemn,
That is avers'd to fighting.
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