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17                In gilded coach and liveries gay, To Oxford first he took his way: There Beaux and Belles his taste admirer His equipage and rich attire; As his fine silver-hilted sword, Though short and small twas vastly neat, The sight was deemed a perfect treat; Beau Banter begged to have a look, But when the sword in hand he took, He swore by Gad it was an odd thing, And look'd much like a Tailor's Bodkin. His pride was hurt by this expression, Thinking they knew his sire's profession; Sheathing his sword he sneakt away, And drove for Gloster that same day. There soon he found new cause for grief, For dining on some fine roast beef, One asked him which he did prefer, Some Cabbage or a Cucumber. The purse-proud coxcomb took the hint, Thought it severe reflection meant; His stomach turn'd he could not eat, So made an ungenteel retreat: Next day left Gloster in great wrath, And bade his coachman drive to Bach, There he suspected fresh abuse, Because the dinner was roast goose; And that he might no more be jeer'd,                Next day to Exeter he steer'd,                 There with some bucks he drank about, Until he fear'd they found him out, His glass was fill'd, as was the rule, They said 'twas not a Thimble full: The name of thimble was enough,