Young Gentlemen, too, may, I think, take a hint Of the same kind, from what I've here ventured to print, All Conjuring's bad! they may get in a scrape Before they're aware, and whatever its shape, They may find it no easy affair to escape. It's not every body that comes off so well From leger-de-main tricks as Mr. Brunel.
Don't dance with a Stranger who looks like a Guy, And when dancing don't cut your capers too high! Depend on't the fault's in Your method of waltzing, If ever you kick out the candles—don't try!
At a ball or a play, Or any soirée, When a petit souper constitutes the "Après," If strawb'ries and cream with Champagne form a part, Take care of your Head!—and take care of your Heart!
If you want a new house For yourself and your spouse, Buy, or build one,—and honestly pay, every brick, for it! Don't be so green as to go to Old Nick for it— —Go to George Robins—he'll find you "a perch," (Dulce domum's his word,) without robbing the Church!
The last piece of advice which I'd have you regard Is, "don't go of a night into Bleeding-Heart-Yard," It's a dark, little, dirty, black, ill-looking square, With queer people about, and unless you take care, You may find, when your pocket's clean'd out and left bare, That the iron one is not the only "Pump" there!
FOOTNOTES:
[79] "Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts."
Sir Hugh Evans.
The grave Lord Keeper led the brawls,
The seals and maces danced before him.—Gray.