"[q] My diamond buckles I fully propose, "Your feet shall adorn, mine they now wou'd expose;" "Of all things in nature I mostly abhor," A Beau, on the verge, of years fifty and four: Accept them, I beg, with injunction severe, "[r] To buckle them straight," since to me 'tis not clear, But one on the outside your foot may be plac'd, And one on the in, as a proof of your taste; If this, of a certainty, I cou'd but know, Without shoes, or buckles, for me you should go. [q] Page 181. ditto. [r] Page 66. third volume. "[s] Of swords, canes, and snuff boxes, might I advise, "If elegant, one may of each well suffice:" There are, who will lavish, on baubles like these, A sum wou'd procure independence and ease: Such Beings, alas! not a shilling would lend, To save from despair, a poor indigent friend: Oh! shut not your ear, 'gainst the cry of distress, May the sense of their woes, prove their means of redress: Tho' chance, in your favour, some difference has made, No distinction to rank, will hereafter be paid: Sufficient that thought, human pride to subdue, Pray let it not pass unregarded by you. [s] Page 220. second volume. "[t] [13]_Comment vont les Graces_, prithee how do they fare, "Of them have you studied [14]_le grand art de plaire_? "If you, in the _beau monde_, success would ensure, "[u] In your manners attend to a certain _douceur_: "The French, this _douceur_, do most highly esteem, "'Tis in short [15]_l'aimable, le tout chose_ with them; Acquire it, dear Phil, or I fair warning give,-- I ne'er wish to see you as long as you live. [t] Page 153. third volume. [u] Page 108. third volume. "[v] In your person be cleanly, I humbly intreat, "And attend to your teeth, that your breath may be sweet, "Your nails too keep par'd, I outrageous should be, "If them, tipt with black, I should happen to see. "By you, may these hints, not improper be held, "[w] Since once, 'bove your fellows, in dirt you excell'd; "And oft', when a lad, have you suffer'd disgrace, "For neglecting to wash both your hands, and your face:" 'Tho trifling these matters, to you, may appear, With me, they weigh more than the gold of Ophir; Since a dunce well accomplish'd more merit can boast, Than a book-worm that smells of the deep college rust. A father, I am, to your faults nothing blind, And claim a free licence for speaking my mind; "By this lecture on cleanliness, all I propose is, "[x] That you may not offend peoples eyes, or their noses." [v] Page 74. third volume. [w] Page 74. ditto. [x] Page 182. second volume.