The last remains of Sr John Suckling Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends |
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A Barber.
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A Barber.
I Am a Barber, and I'de have you know,A Shaver too, sometimes no mad one though:
The reason why you see me now thus bare,
Is 'cause I always trade against the haire.
But yet I keep a state; Who comes to me,
Whos'ere he is, he must uncover'd be.
When I'm at work, I'm bound to find discourse
To no great purpose, of great Swedens force,
Of Witel, and the Burse, and what 'twill cost
To get that back which was this Summer lost.
So fall to praising of his Lordships haire,
Ne'r so deform'd, I swear 'tis sans compare:
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And yet his is not half so good a color:
Then reach a pleasing Glass, that's made to lye
Like to its Master, most notoriously:
And if he must his Mistress see that day,
I with a Powder send him strait away.
J. S.
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