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 Since folly and faſhion's ſo prone in the land, Here's thouſands of tradesmen are all at a ſtand; Tho' price and preſumption go hand in hand, Many a one up and down, broke and gone, The Lady's ambition has ruin'd their trade.

To offend the dear Ladies I'd not ſay a word, Tho' they're ſlaves to the folly I think ſo abſurd, By ſcenting their clothes with Muſcovy cat's turd, That the fumes of their plumes, flies in my brain, Gives me the vapours when them I come near.

Their favourite lap dogs how deliciouſly fed,< Shock rides in the coach, ſoft velvet his bed, While a hungry child, on the hard boards lays its head. All the night ſhocking plight, take me right, They value their animals more than a child.

The next is a beau, Sir Vanity Vain, His ſnuff-box is open each minute with pains, To fill his head fuller of ſnuff than of brains, So mighty wiſe, and preciſe, what with Powder and hair you can fcarce ſee his noſe.

For lott'ry adventurers here's china compleat, Silver table and tea-ſpoons, all equipage neat, Off the bed to the pop-ſhops, away goes the ſheets, Their luck so try, now they buy, a policy, And dreaming all night of this tea-table prize.

Such folly and times in poor Britain was never, Here's wit all in rags, and folly in feather, By Providence thus we're all huddl'd together, So the life of man is but a ſpan, like an Air balloon, wonder when loſt in the air.

OME,come my lads, for we muſt away, Bound down in irons to Botany Bay;