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And then with painful Intercession,
Made 'em good Friends in spight of Passion.
Thus was the prudent Hero's strife,
Like that between a Man and 's Wife,
Not fight that either should be slain,
But Quarrel to be Friends again.
Next these Beau Cursitor succeeds,
Of equal Fame for Gallant Deeds,
Who we (like what he files) may Call,
In Lewdness an Original:
His Courage does all Men defy,
And is as stately as he's high;
His calves so small, and Smalls so great,
His Back so slender, and so straight,
So thin and tall, that, on my Soul,
A Traytor's head upon a Pole,
Drest up with Art would make a show,
Just like the long-leg'd meagre Beau;
His clothes so hang upon his Back,
At best he looks but like a Rake,
And in a Peas-field would be taken,
By Country-Whenches for Beau-Mauken :
Since here you have his Picture right,
Drawn to the Life in black and white,
We'll now proceed to show hizs Prowess,
Occasion'd by a Fidler's Cholis.
A Tickler of harmonious Strings,
Who sometimes Scrapes, and sometimes Sings,
By the sweet Musick of his Fiddle,
His merry Cant, and taking Whedle,
So well his am'rous part he plaid,
As to enchant, some say, a Maid : |
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