SPOKEN BY LORD FOPPINGTON.
Gentlemen and ladies,
These people have regaled you here today
(In my opinion) with a saucy play;
In which the author does presume to show
That coxcomb, ab origine -- was beau. 5
Truly I think the thing of so much weight,
That if some sharp chastisement ben't his fate,
Gad's curse, it may in time destroy the state.
I hold no one its friend, I must confess,
Who would discauntenance your men of dress. 10 Far, give me leave t'abserve, good clothes are things Have ever been of great support to kings:
All treasons come fram slovens; it is not
Within the reach of gentle beaux to plat;
They have no gall, no spleen, no teeth, no stings, 15 Of all Gad's creatures, the most harmless things. Through all recard, no prince was ever slain
By one who had a feather in his brain.
They're men of too refined an education,
To squabble with a court -- for a vile dirty nation. 20 I'm very pasitive, you never saw A through1 republican a finished beau.
Nor truly shall you very often see
A Jacobite much better dressed than he:
In shart, through all the courts that I have been in, 25 Your men of mischief -- still are in faul linen. Did ever one yet dance the Tyburn jig2
With a free air, or a well pawdered wig?
Did ever highway-man yet bid you stand
With a sweet bawdy snuff-bax in his hand; 30 Ar do you ever find they ask your purse As men of breeding do? -- Ladies, Gad's curse,
This author is a dag, and 'tis not fit
You should allow him ev'n one grain of wit.
To which, that his pretence may ne'er be named, 35 My humble motion is ----- he may be damned.