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 ( 15 ) Sleeve linings pockets, ſilk and twiſt, and all the long expensive lift With which their uncouth bills abound, Tho' rarely in their garments found: By theſe and other arts in Trade Had ſoon a pretty fortune male, And did what few had ever done, Left thirty thousand to his ſon. The Son a gay young ſwagg ring blade, Abhor'd the very name of trade; And left reflection ſhould be thrown On him, reſolv'd to leave the town, And travel where he was not known. gilded coach and liveries gay, To Oxford first he took his way; There Beaux and Belles his taſte admire, His equipage and rich attire; But nothing wax ſo much ador'd shis fine ſilver hilted ſword; ho tht and ſmall 'twas vaftly neat, the fight was deemed a parte a treat. lau Banter begg'd to have a look, in but when the ſword in hand he took, le ſwore by Gad it was an odd thing, nd look'd mach like a taylor's lodkis. s pride was hurt by this expreſſion, Thinking thay knew his fire's profeſion; cathing his word he neak'd away, sd drove for Gloſter that same day. aere ſoon he foun new cauſe for grief, 1 dining on loc fine roaſt beef, ie aſked which he did prefer, ime cabbage or a cucumber. he purſe-proud coxcomb, took the hint, sought it ſevere ruſlection meant;