Fopdoodle

And though you overcame the Bear, / The Dogs beat you at Brentford Fair; / Where sturdy Butchers broke your Noddle, / And handl'd you like a Fop-doodle.

But among the whole Crowd of theſe Fopdoodles, there is none ſo frantick as my Rival Anſelm, who having the moſt juſt Complaints of any but my ſelf, to make, and perhaps not without reaſon, does nothing all day long but bewail her Abſence, when he knows the way to her again; […]

Come, come, you brace of Fopdoodles, where's your French Barber you are both ſo fond of; […]

How often did I curse my unlucky fate, and envy the happy non chalance of the fopdoodles who surrounded me.

But Monsieur take care, of old England beware, / For her children are ready to rise at a ca'; / Your fopdoodle breeding and mountebank cleading, / John Bull he abhors you, flagaries an' a'.

"You two!" said Lady Margaret. "What will William Belet think?" […] Finally Edith broke the silence. "He thinks we're fopdoodles!" she said. And they all laughed.

Oh, Marsh. When did you turn into such a boring old fopdoodle?