Lawyer Vannboast

This pert young blade of Quirk goes through the town, With air and gesture as it were his own, A saucy swagger and a pamper'd stalk, A wild-set hat and trudging footman's walk, Long sweeping ruffles, handsome flaxen hair, With open mouth and eyes that ever stare— And to these merits set adult'ry down, Because he often acts it in this town.— Young men should ever modest be, you know, Because a fool's synonymous with beau; Fine cloaths are nought but liv'ry when they'r wore, By those whose worth is not than servants more.