This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of read more

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick
in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we
were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary
influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition on the charge of a star.

Has death his fopperies?

Has death his fopperies?

Of all the fools that pride can boast,
A Coxcomb claims distinction most.

Of all the fools that pride can boast,
A Coxcomb claims distinction most.

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.

A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.

A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite read more

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."

'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.

'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.

A fop? In this brave, licentious age
To bring his musty morals on the stage?
Rhime us read more

A fop? In this brave, licentious age
To bring his musty morals on the stage?
Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress
In metre, as Druids did the savages.