A tall, stiff Fool, that walk’d in Spanish Guise,
The Buckram Poppet never stirrd his Eyes,
But grave as Owl he look’d, as Woodcock wise.
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But none had Modesty enough t’explain
His Want of Learning, Honesty, or Brain,
The general Diseases of that Train.
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Was grown so great, and look’d too fat and jolly
To be disturb’d with Care and Melancholly,
Tho’ Marvel had enough expos’d his Folly.
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