The Compleat Citt: Or, The Man of Fashion.
To the Tune of,
Would you be a Man of Fashion.
[...]
I.
[...]Ou
[...] you be a Man of Fashion,
Wou'd you lead a Life Divine?
[...]ou'd you be a Man of Fashion,
[...]ou'd you lead a Life Divine?
[...]ke
[...] a little Dram of Passion,
[...]n a lusty Bowl of Wine.
[...]he Nymph, have no Compassion,
vain it is to sigh and Groan;
[...]we was but put in for fashion,
Wine will do the Work alone.
II.
[...]ou'd you have at your Devotion,
Gown-Fop
Whigs that loves to prate?
Wou'd you have, &c.
Gown-Fop, &c.
Take a Dram of
Tony's Notion,
in a Coffee-Dish of State:
[...]f the Poyson will not warm you,
take ye Tea, 'twill do the thing;
There are States-men can inform you
how to Rule without a King.
III.
Wou'd you then be thought most witty,
wou'd you be a Man of parts?
Wou'd you be, &c.
wou'd you, &c.
Aid the Factious of the City,
till your Hang'd for your Deserts:
If your Vertue's not Rewarded,
for the glorious thing you aim'd;
And a nother Saint Recorded,
Ca—and
Cu— both be damn'd.
IV.
Wou'd you have a New Religion,
founded on a Plot of State?
Wou'd you have, &c.
founded, &c.
Whisper but with
Pra— Pidgeon,
in a Dungeon through a Grate:
If your Soul finds no impression,
Murdered
Godfreys will appear;
Though there needs no more Confession,
kiss the Book, and all is clear.
V.
Wou'd you have a true Narration,
how the City first was fir'd;
Wou'd you, &c.
how, &c.
Let the Monuments relation,
prove the Man, and those they hir'd:
If the
Phaenix was consumed,
as they say, by Popish Priggs;
All her pride was re-assumed
by the
Ignoramus-Whigs.
VI.
Wou'd you have another Charter,
you that should be Men of sence?
Wou'd, &c.
you that, &c.
Talk no more of
Magna-Charta,
but relye upon your Prince:
If you can Repent sincerely,
Caesar has a God-like mind;
Purge out Factiousness severely,
Caesar will be always kind.
Printd for P. Brooksby, in West-smithfield, 1683.