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Therefore I suffer'd this; towards me did run A thing more strange, than on Nile's slime the Sun E'ęs bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came: A thing which would have pos’d Adam to name: Stranger than seven Antiquaries ftudies, Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities, Stranger than frangers : one who, for a Dane, In the Danes Massacre had sure been Nain, H he had liv'd then; and without help dies, When next the Prentices 'gainst ftrangers rise; One whom the watch at noon lets scarce
go One, to whom the examining Justice fure would cry, şir, by your Priesthood tell me what you are? His cloaths were strange, tho' coarse, and black,
though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, but 'twas now (fo much ground was feen) Become Tufftaffaty; and our children thall See it plain rafh a while, then nought at all. The thing hath travail'd, and, faith, speaks all
tongues, And only knoweth what to all States belongs, Made of th' accents, and best phrase of all thefe, He speaks one language. If strange meats displease,
Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came
35 And the wife Justice starting from his chair Cry, By your Priesthood tell me what
are ? Such was the wight: Th’apparel on his back, Tho' coarse, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black: The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess, Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordaind! Our fons shall see it leisurely decay, First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
This thing has traveld, speaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry state to do; Of whose best phrase and courtly accent joind, He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd.
He stopt me, and said, Nay your Apostles were
Said that I thought Calepines Dictionary. Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir? Beza then, Of our two academies I nam'd: here
Art can deceive, or hunger force my taft; But pedants motly tongue, foldiers bumbast, Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the terms of law, Are strong enough preparatives to draw Me to hear this, yet I must be content With his tongue, in his tongue calla Complement: In which he can win widows, and pay scores, Make men speak treason, couzen subtlest whores, Out-flatter favourites, or out-lie either Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod, This fellow, chuseth me! He faith, Sir, I love your Judgment, whom do you prefer For the best Linguift ? and I feelily Some Jesuits, and two reverend men
Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Motteux I knew, 50
60 And Oldmixon and Burnet both out-lie.
He spies me out; I whisper, Gracions God! What sin of mine could merit such a rod? That all the shot of dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! 65 Permit (he cries) no ftranger to your fame To crave your sentiment if 's
your name. What Speech esteem you most ? “ The King's, said 1." But the best words?" O Sir, the Dictionary." You miss my I mean the most acute
70 And perfect Speaker ? --- Onslow, past dispute." But, Sir, of writers? “Swift, for closer ftyle, “ But Ho**y for a period of a mile.”. Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass : Good common linguists, and so Panurge was ; 75 Nay troth th'Apostles (tho' perhaps too rough). Had once a pretty gift of Tongues enough:
Good pretty Linguists ; fo Panurgus was,
He adds, If of Court life you knew the good,
Sir, "Tis sweet to talk of Kings. At Westminster, Said I, the man that keeps the Abby tombs, And for his price, doth with whoever comes Of all our Harrys, and our Edwards talk, From King to King, and all their kin can walk;