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Odes by Q. Horatius Flaccus, and the City Poet of 1788.
TO DICKY GOSSIP. While he thinks of tittle-tattle, not to forget his wiggery.
Do you see that stately caxon,
Which looks with all its whiteness,
Like a bush o'erlaid with snow;
And the curls which range below,
Stand stiff in frosty brightness.
Which looks with all its whiteness,
Like a bush o'erlaid with snow;
And the curls which range below,
Stand stiff in frosty brightness.
Come, melt some sweet pomatum—
And, for powder do not stint us;
Draw your irons from the stove;
And, Dicky, quickly move,
To make my old wig as portentous.
And, for powder do not stint us;
Draw your irons from the stove;
And, Dicky, quickly move,
To make my old wig as portentous.
Don't ask of to-morrow's matters,
Since them, nor you, nor I, know;
Mind your shop, my boy, nor spurn
From customers, to earn,
For scraping their muzzles, their rhino.
Since them, nor you, nor I, know;
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From customers, to earn,
For scraping their muzzles, their rhino.
Show yourself a wise wig-maker,
For sure you've enough to handle,
As long as folks don't wear
Their own untrimmed gray hair,
Without heeding the whispers of scandal
For sure you've enough to handle,
As long as folks don't wear
Their own untrimmed gray hair,
Without heeding the whispers of scandal
Yet ah, those ears so itching!
My muse can not restrain 'em;
Should a laugh come from the street,
Comb and razor you would quit,
Nor longer could your fingers retain 'em.
My muse can not restrain 'em;
Should a laugh come from the street,
Comb and razor you would quit,
Nor longer could your fingers retain 'em.
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