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412 Dick a coxcomb, Tom was mad, And both alike diverting; Tom was held the merrier lad, But Dick the best at farting. Dick would cock his nose in scorn, But Tom was kind and loving; Tom a footboy bred and born, But Dick was from an oven. Dick could neatly dance a jig, But Tom was best at borees; Tom would pray for every whig, And Dick curse all the tories. Dick would make a woeful noise, And scold at an election; Tom huzza'd the black-guard boys, And held them in subjection. Tom could move with lordly grace, Dick nimbly skipt the gutter; Tom could talk with solemn face, But Dick could better sputter. Dick was come to high renown Since he commenc'd physician; Tom was held by all the town The deeper politician. Tom had the genteeler swing, His hat could nicely put on; Dick knew better how to swing His cane upon a button. Dick for repartee was fit, And Tom for deep discerning; Dick was thought the brighter wit, But Tom had better learning. Dick