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The coxcomb plays at ſhuttlecock, The wit commands and queſtions, The barking cits to commerce flock, each foilows his ſuggeſtions - Yet he alone who merits fame, who blunts the ſhafts of ſlander, And on the ſquare, life's motely game beſt plays, is the Byeſtander.

WHAT A BEAU MY GRANNY WAS.

THE Ladies all can beſt approve, the ſtrict attention of my love, Though I decry their frippery, the ton the faſhions oft did try. In days of old my Granny told the dreſs of every lad and laſs, But you ſhall know before I go, O what a beau my Granny was. Chor. With her bizzy, quizzy, hizzy, frizzy, thunder, dunder, blunder O,                             As I for fun, girls, hither run, my Granny was a wonder O.

My Granny had but her own hair, which the in comely mode did wear, But now with wool they load each ſkull, and frizzle it to make it ſtare; With feathers high as if 't would fly, each girl for beauty aims to paſs, But 'twas not ſo loog time ago, when a great beau my-Granny was. With, etc.

My Granny was both fair and plump, and like a ſquirrel the could jump, With coral lips and natural hips, but now each girl has her cork rump: