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The Teague-land Beau, with his Corinthian Face,
Persues Brocade, and dies for Flanders Lace;
For this wise Maxim he has learn'd by rote,
That richest Outsides, greatest Wealth denote.
Less sordid We, but more refin'd of Taste
Esteem in Chints, or Crape, a charming Waste;
Thro' Streets full oft, by Calicoes are led,
And Burn for Dashwood in a Muslin Head.

'Tis no small Task the true Genteel to hit
And shun the Censure of the Park or Pit;
Oft have I seen a Mantua pinn'd amiss
Make People sneer, and almost cause a Hiss:
For Knots ill-fancy'd, or a tawdry Gown
Ill natur'd Criticks, cry the Woman down;

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