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Sir Narcissus Foplin:

OR, The Self-Admirer.


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How cross a Jilt, how base a Trull,
Is purblind Madam Fortune,
Who proves so gen'rous to the Fool,
And to the Wise uncertain?
What Fops and Monsters do we see
Sit lolling in their Coaches,
And haughty Apes, of high Degree,
Grow proud of their Debauches?
Whilst Men of Brains and Vertue, stand
Depending at a Distance;
And bowing down, with Cap in Hand,
Implore the Fools Assistance.
One thinks, that Whoring is a Vice,
Of all the rest, most noble;
And, to enjoy his Paradise,
Becomes the Ladies Bubble.
A second, finds another Trick,
Much worse than Fornication;
And, in his Lust, wants Grace to stick
At Male-Administration.
A third, two powerful Vices join,
For want of sober Thinking;
And, adding Women to his Wine,
Delights in Love and Drinking.

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A fourth, becomes a Rake at large,
Pursues all wicked Measures,
And values no Expence or Charge,
To purchase sinful Pleasures.
Yet, if they be but rich and great,
Tho' impious as the Devil,
They must be wise, in Spite of Fate,
And good, in Spite of Evil.