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<DATE>2007-11-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B071013.apex.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Country-Man's Fare-vvel to LONDON.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, A Broad-&s;ide again&s;t Pride.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt's <HI>&s;tem</HI> the <HI>Tide,</HI> though <HI>vanity</HI> be grown,</L>
<L>A <HI>Torrent</HI> that quite <HI>over-whelms</HI> the <HI>Town;</HI></L>
<L>Though horrid <HI>Athei&s;m,</HI> and <HI>Bawdy</HI> fits,</L>
<L>Are thought the noble&s;t <HI>flights</HI> of <HI>modera Wits,</HI></L>
<L>Yet thou, <HI>free mu&s;e!</HI> who always did&s;t <HI>di&s;dain</HI></L>
<L>To bear a part in the <HI>illu&s;trious</HI> Train</L>
<L>Of <HI>thriveing</HI> Vice; may'&s;t with de&s;erved <HI>Rhymes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bleed</HI> (whil&s;t the <HI>Dog-days</HI> la&s;t) our <HI>Brain-&s;ick</HI> times:</L>
<L>But &s;tay&mdash;To <HI>charm</HI> the&s;e <HI>Adders</HI> don't engage,</L>
<L><HI>Satyrs</HI> are thrown away on <HI>&s;uch</HI> an <HI>Age;</HI></L>
<L>Heaven in loud <HI>Judgements</HI> has proclaim'd it's ire,</L>
<L>Sad <HI>Wars,</HI> dire <HI>Plagues,</HI> and all-amazing <HI>Fire,</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>Wars,</HI> nor <HI>Plagues,</HI> nor <HI>Fire</HI> can us re&s;train,</L>
<L>But &s;till we grow more <HI>giddy,</HI> &s;till more vain;</L>
<L>And think'&s;t thou with &s;oft &s;cratches of a Pen</L>
<L>For to reclaim &s;uch <HI>brutified</HI> Men,</L>
<L>They'r re&s;olutely <HI>Deaf,</HI> and it appears,</L>
<L>Before they'l <HI>hear, thunder</HI> mu&s;t <HI>bore</HI> their <HI>Ears.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Pride,</HI> that at fir&s;t made <HI>divels,</HI> now has hurl'd</L>
<L>It's bane on men, and <HI>diveliz'd</HI> the World,</L>
<L>Humility is bani&s;ht, and we meet</L>
<L>Whole &s;warms of <HI>Lucifers</HI> in every &s;treet;</L>
<L>See how the haughty <HI>du&s;t</HI> and <HI>a&s;hes</HI> wa<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ks</L>
<L>As if he could <HI>unhinge</HI> the <HI>Poles;</HI> and <HI>talks</HI></L>
<L>Such <HI>Hogan Mogan</HI> words, as might out-vye</L>
<L>(Were they but true) the Laws of <HI>De&s;tiny;</HI></L>
<L>Our &s;haggy Gallants with prodigious Locks,</L>
<L>(Supplies of thatch blown off by early Pox)</L>
<L>Appear like <HI>Hairy Comets,</HI> that fore-&s;how</L>
<L><HI>Effiminated Follies Overthrow;</HI></L>
<L>Our Swaggerers with <HI>Arms a Kembo</HI> Huffe,</L>
<L>And all mu&s;t give the wall to <HI>Moun&s;iour Puffe,</HI></L>
<L>That walking Mercers &s;hop, a thing that owes</L>
<L>His very E&s;&s;ence to <HI>New-fa&s;hion'd</HI> cloaths,</L>
<L>And <HI>them</HI> to &s;ome confiding <HI>Stitch,</HI> who mu&s;t</L>
<L>As long as <HI>Drapers</HI> for <HI>Nolls mourning</HI> tru&s;t;</L>
<L>Poor painted <HI>Butter-Flyes,</HI> who&s;e &s;ouls &s;carce &s;ave</L>
<L>Their <HI>Carps</HI> from &s;tinking, on this &s;ide a <HI>Grave;</HI></L>
<L>Who can but laugh, to &s;ee the&s;e pert <HI>Buffoons</HI></L>
<L>With empty <HI>Pockets,</HI> but <HI>va&s;t</HI> Pantaloons:</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>dangling poynts</HI> rattle about their Trouzes</L>
<L>Like <HI>Hen</HI> and <HI>Chickens</HI> in our Country Hou&s;es:</L>
<L>Their <HI>Copper Hat-bands</HI> counterfeiting <HI>gold,</HI></L>
<L>And fre&s;h <HI>New Long-Lane Suits</HI> &s;ome ten years old,</L>
<L>Whole <HI>Lord-&s;hips</HI> laid on <HI>up-&s;tart Squires</HI> back,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sunday-Cloak</HI> that makes a whole Shop <HI>crack;</HI></L>
<L>Are the&s;e, <HI>proud Fool!</HI> thy ways to gain repute,</L>
<L><HI>T'undo</HI> thy &s;elf for credit of a <HI>Suit?</HI></L>
<L>Rea&s;on directs our <HI>Cloaths</HI> to regulate,</L>
<L>Suiting our <HI>birth,</HI> our <HI>breeding,</HI> or <HI>e&s;tate,</HI></L>
<L>For he that <HI>Flaunts</HI> beyond his <HI>pedigree,</HI></L>
<L>Forgets his <HI>home-&s;pun Parents,</HI> and mu&s;t be</L>
<L>The mark of <HI>Envies</HI> &s;hot; he that does wear</L>
<L>A braver <HI>Garb</HI> than his <HI>weak Pur&s;e</HI> can bear,</L>
<L>Undoes his <HI>children;</HI> and the <HI>Gawdy Fopp,</HI></L>
<L>VVho&s;e unbecoming <HI>Fineries</HI> o're top,</L>
<L>His <HI>cour&s;e</HI> mechanick parts, do what he can,</L>
<L>Is but a <HI>gay incongruous gentleman;</HI></L>
<L>Nor may we le&s;s of th' <HI>other Sex</HI> complain,</L>
<L>VVho think it their ju&s;t <HI>priviledge</HI> to be <HI>vain;</HI></L>
<L>Idols, that half their <HI>precious minutes</HI> pa&s;s</L>
<L>Between the <HI>Dre&s;&s;ing-box</HI> and <HI>Looking-gla&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t the &s;hort refidue's &s;quandered away</L>
<L>I'th wanton <HI>bed,</HI> vain <HI>vi&s;its,</HI> or a play;</L>
<L>Like <HI>&s;peckled Serpents</HI> &s;ome of them appear,</L>
<L>And even <HI>borrow</HI> the <HI>faces</HI> that they wear,</L>
<L>March under vices <HI>colours,</HI> patch and Paint,</L>
<L><HI>Whitewa&s;h</HI> and <HI>Dawb</HI> to make the <HI>Devil</HI> &s;eem <HI>Saint,</HI></L>
<L>D<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;guis'd with <HI>fruzzled Towers</HI> they look like <HI>Bulls,</HI></L>
<L>But plant the horns of't on their Husbands skulls;</L>
<L>With <HI>rowling Eyes</HI> they walk, and <HI>powdred</HI> cre&s;ts,</L>
<L>Wanton affected Gate, and <HI>plumped brea&s;ts,</HI></L>
<L>VVho&s;e <HI>panting</HI> and inviting motions &s;how</L>
<L>Too plain how much a <HI>&s;tray</HI> their fancies go.</L>
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<L>Nor is it only the <HI>profaner</HI> Crew</L>
<L>That the&s;e &s;oul-murthering vanities pur&s;ue</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that pretend unto far better things,</L>
<L>VVe find of late this growing <HI>Serpent</HI> &s;tings;</L>
<L>They will like <HI>Dinah</HI> too view <HI>Hamors</HI> Land,</L>
<L>And with his Daughters in like <HI>fa&s;hions</HI> &s;tand,</L>
<L>Oh! why, <HI>dear &s;ouls,</HI> will you &s;o much decline</L>
<L>Sobriety, which once did make you <HI>&s;hine</HI></L>
<L>I'th eyes of God, of Saints, and of the world,</L>
<L>VVithout your tawdry <HI>dre&s;&s;es,</HI> or <HI>Locks curl'd,</HI></L>
<L>Suits your <HI>profe&s;&s;ion</HI> with fond <HI>Toys</HI> and <HI>laces?</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Wiggs</HI> and <HI>Fanns,</HI> and <HI>Hoods</HI> like <HI>&s;potted faces?</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Mag-pye gowns,</HI> and <HI>fagotted</HI> up &s;leeves,</L>
<L>VVherein your guilty arms are bound like Thieves;</L>
<L>For &s;hame forbear, the <HI>wi&s;e King</HI> tells you all</L>
<L>A proud and haughty <HI>mind</HI> fore-runs a Fall;</L>
<L>Leave off your <HI>gawdy Trifles</HI> and &s;trange dre&s;s,</L>
<L>Left God refu&s;e to know you in di&s;trefs;</L>
<L>And then &s;tript of your wanton plumes you mu&s;t,</L>
<L>Do rueful pennance in Sack cloath and du&s;t.</L>
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<P>With Allowance.</P>
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<P>Printed by <HI>A. P.</HI> for <HI>J. Conniers,</HI> at the Sign of the <HI>Black-Raven</HI> in <HI>Duck-lane.</HI></P>
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