I AM a barber, and, I 'd have you know, A shaver too, sometimes no mad one though; The reason why you see me now thus bare Is 'cause I always trade against the hair. But yet I keep a state; who comes to me, Whos'e'er he is, he must uncover'd be. When I 'm at work, I 'm bound to find discourse, To no great purpose, of great Sweden's force, Of Witel, and the Bourse, and what 'twill cost To get that back which was this Summer lost: So fall to praising of his Lordship's hair; Ne'er so deform'd, I swear 'tis @3sans@1 compare: I tell him that the King's doth sit no fuller, And yet his is not half so good a colour; Then reach a pleasing glass, that 's made to lie, Like to its master, most notoriously; And if he must his mistress see that day, I with a powder send him straight away. |