Anon
(c.1747)

Anon : The Life of a Beau : illustration

The Life of a Beau
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Sung by Mrs Clive at Drury Lane Theatre.
Lyrics: Anon

How brimful of nothing's the life of a beau?
They have nothing to think on, they've nothing to do.
They have nothing to talk on, for nothing they know:
Such is the life of a beau.

For nothing they rise, but to draw the fresh air;
Spend the morning in nothing but curling their hair,
And do nothing all day but sing, saunter and stare:
Such is the life of a beau.

For nothing at night to the playhouse they crowd,
To mind nothing done there, they always are proud,
But to bow and to grin and talk nothing aloud:
Such is the life of a beau.

For nothing on Sundays at church they appear,
They have nothing to hope as there's nothing to fear;
For they're nothing hereafter who are nothing here:
Such is the life of a beau.