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 Prodigal Upstart:
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The Prodigal Upstart:
OR, The Citizen turn'd Gentleman.
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Could
the rich Miser but foresee
How all h' as basely gotten,
By his proud Heir will lavish'd be,
When he is dead and rotten;
How all h' as basely gotten,
By his proud Heir will lavish'd be,
When he is dead and rotten;
Sure he would never be that Fool,
To toil away his Vigour,
Or cheat the World, and damn his Soul,
To live a wealthy Beggar!
To toil away his Vigour,
Or cheat the World, and damn his Soul,
To live a wealthy Beggar!
No mouldy Fragment would he eat,
And punish craving Nature,
To make his Hoards the more compleat
For others that come a'ter;
And punish craving Nature,
To make his Hoards the more compleat
For others that come a'ter;
But on expensive Dainties dine,
Enrich'd with noble Sauces,
And in salubrious Bowls of Wine
Drown all his Cares and Crosses:
Enrich'd with noble Sauces,
And in salubrious Bowls of Wine
Drown all his Cares and Crosses:
Live well on Earth, no Pleasures spare,
When Inclination offers;
And ne'er be damn'd, to give an Heir
The emptying of his Coffers.
When Inclination offers;
And ne'er be damn'd, to give an Heir
The emptying of his Coffers.
For who would toil to fill his Bags,
And trot with Bond and Tally,
For nothing but unwholsome Rags,
To hide an empty Belly?
And trot with Bond and Tally,
For nothing but unwholsome Rags,
To hide an empty Belly?
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Such covetous unthinking Slaves,
Are doubly damn'd, most surely,
For getting Money first like Knaves,
And next for living poorly;
Are doubly damn'd, most surely,
For getting Money first like Knaves,
And next for living poorly;
That Spend-Thrifts, govern'd by no Rules,
When they are dead, may have it
To fling away as much like Fools,
As sordid Misers save it.
When they are dead, may have it
To fling away as much like Fools,
As sordid Misers save it.
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