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 Promissory Gentleman:
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The Promissory Gentleman:
OR, The Fashionable Friend.
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Friendship
, so much by Sots profess'd,
When o'er the merry Bottle,
Like Woman's Vertue, is at best
No more than Tittle Twattle.
When o'er the merry Bottle,
Like Woman's Vertue, is at best
No more than Tittle Twattle.
The Courtier vows he'll be your Friend,
And pawns his Life upon it;
Yet will not merit, in the End,
The waving of your Bonnet.
And pawns his Life upon it;
Yet will not merit, in the End,
The waving of your Bonnet.
The boon Companion, o'er his Wine,
Will promise to befriend you;
But when he finds you're bare of Coin,
The Dev'l a Sous he'll lend you.
Will promise to befriend you;
But when he finds you're bare of Coin,
The Dev'l a Sous he'll lend you.
Your Bosom-Lady now so kind,
Who swears she doats upon you,
Will fail you, if she once can find
You stand in need of Money.
Who swears she doats upon you,
Will fail you, if she once can find
You stand in need of Money.
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Your very Brother will dispense
With all the Ties of Nature,
And take it for a great Offence,
You should become his Debtor.
With all the Ties of Nature,
And take it for a great Offence,
You should become his Debtor.
The Friend that you esteem the best,
And think the most deserving,
Should you by Fate be once depress'd,
He'd shun you when you're starving.
And think the most deserving,
Should you by Fate be once depress'd,
He'd shun you when you're starving.
But say, there is a Friend, and you've
The lucky Wit to chuse him;
Unless you can requite his Love,
You'll very quickly lose him.
The lucky Wit to chuse him;
Unless you can requite his Love,
You'll very quickly lose him.
For Friendship never long can thrive,
Whilst Int'rest is its Mother;
But soon must die, since all Men strive
To bubble one another.
Whilst Int'rest is its Mother;
But soon must die, since all Men strive
To bubble one another.
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