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[ 16 ] Sl eve-lin'ngs, po k ts ſilk and twiſt, A d all the long xpenſive lift With which their mouth bills abound, Though handy in their garments found: By the'e and other arts in trade, Had ſoon a pretty fortune m de, And did what few had ever done, L ſ rt thouſand to his ſon.

The ſon, a gay young ſwaggering blade, Abhor'd the very name of trade; And left reflect or ſhould be thrown Of him reſolv'd to leave the town, And travel where he was not known. In gilde coach, and liveries gay, To Oxford firſt he took his way; There B aux and Belles his taſte admire, His equipage and rich attire; At his fine ſilver hilted sword, Though ſhort and small, ' as vaſtly treat; The fight was deem'd a perfect treat: B a Banter b gg d to have a look. B t when the word in hand he took, He swore by Gad it was a odd thing, And o k' much ike a T l or's Bodkin. H pr de was h r by this x reffi , T inking ther knew his fire's proffeſſion; S at i g his sword, he sneak'd away, A d drove for Gloſter that same day. There soon he found new cause for grief, For dining on some fine roaſt beef, One aſked which he did prefer, Some cabbage, or a cucumber.