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Yet these were all poor Gentlemen! I dare
Affirm, 'twas Travel made them what they were.
Thus others talents having nicely shown, 89
He came by fure transition to his own:
Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able,
Pity! you was not Druggerman at Babel;
For had they found a linguist half so good
I make no question but the Tow'r had stood. 85
“ Obliging Sir! for Courts you
sure made: Why then for ever bury'd in the shade ?
Spirits like you, should see and should be seen, ; is The King would smile on you—at least the Queen. Ah gentle Sir! your Courtiers so cajol us
go But Tully has it, Nunquam minus folus : And as for Courts, forgive me, if I say No lessons now are taught the Spartan way, Tho' in his pi&tạres Lust be full display'd, Few are the Converts Aretine has made :
95 And tho the Court show Vice exceeding clear, None should, by my advice, learn Virtue there.
At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes, Squeaks like a high-ft:etch'd lutestring, and replies,
Oh 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things " To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings! Then, happy Man who shows the Tombs! said I, He dwells amidst the royal Family ; He ev'ry day from King to King can walk. Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk,
Your ears hall hear nought but Kings; your eyes
Kings only: the way to it is Kings-street.
He smack'd, and cry'd, He's base, mechanique,
So are all your Englishmen in their discourse,
Are pot your Frenchmen neat? Mine, as you
I have but one, Sir, look, he follows me,
Certes they are neatly coath'd. I of this mind am,
Your only wearing is your Grogaram.
Not so, Sir, I have more. Under this pitch
He would not fly; I chaf'd him : but as Itch
Scratch'd into fmart, and as blunt Iron ground
Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I (fool) found,
Crofling hurt me. To fit my fullenness,
He to another key his style doth dress;
And asks what news; I tell him of new playes,
He takes my hand, and as a Still which stayes
A Sembrief, 'twixt each drop, he niggardly,
As loth to inrich me, so telis many a ly.
More than ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stows,
Of trivial houfhold trafh: He knows, he knows
And get by speaking truth of monarchs dead,
What few can of the living, Eafe and Bread.
“ Lord, Sir, a meer Mechanic ; ftrangely low,
“ And coarse of phrase,—your English all are so.
“ How elegant your Frenchmen? "Mine, d'ye mean?
I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. III
“ Oh! Sir, politely fo! nay, let me die,
“ Your only wearing is your Padua-foy."
Not, Sir, my only, I have better still,
see is but
Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke,
Miftake, confound, object at all he spoke.
But as coarse iron, sharpen'd, mangles more,
And itch moft hurts when anger'd to a fore;
So when you plague a fool, 'tis still the curse, 120
You only make the matter worse and worse,
He past it o'er; affects an easy smile
At all my peevishness, and turns his style.
He alks, “ What News? I tell him of new Plays,
New Eunuchs, Harlequins, and Operas. 125
He hears, and as a Still with simples in it
Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute,
Loth to inrich me with too quick replies,
By little, and by little, drops his fies.
Meer houshold trafh! of birth-nights, balls, and
More than ten Hollinfheads, or Halls, or Stows.
When the Queen frownd or smild, and he knox
what A subtle Statesman may gather of that; He knows who loves whom; and who by poison Hafts to an offices reversion; Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, Who loveth whores He knows who hath fold his land, and now doth be A licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge. Shells to transport;
shortly boys shall not play ! At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay Toll to some Courtier ; and wiser than all us, He knows what Lady is not painted. Thus He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, fpue, ipe Look pale and fickly, like a Patient, yet He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, To say Gallo-Belgicus without book,
VIR. 151. What Lady's face etc.] The Original is here to humourous. This torrent of scandal concludes thus,
And wiser than all us
He knows what Lady
the reader expects it will conclude, “wbat Lady
No, just the contrary,
what Lady is not painted, fatirically insinuating, that that is a better Proof of the good! of his intelligence than the other. The Reader sees there! greater force in the use of these plain words, than in the
When the Queen frown'd, or smil'd, he knows; and
A fubtle Minister may make of that:
Who fins with whom: who got his Pension rug,
Or quicken'd a Reversion by a drug:
Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four,
And whether to a Bishop, or a Whore:
Who having lost his credit, pawn'd his rent,
Is therefore fit to have a Government:
Who in the secret, deals in Stocks secure, 140
And cheats th'unknowing Widow and the Poor :
Who makes a Truf of Charity a Job,
And gets an Act of Parliament to rob:
Why Turnpikes rise, and now no Cit nor Clown
Can gratis see the country, or the town: 145
Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole,
But some excifing Courtier will have toll.
He tells what ftrumpet places sells for life,
What 'Squire his lands, what citizen his wife:
And last (which proves him wiser still than all) 150
What Lady's face is not a whited wall.
As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore, ( puke, I nauseate,--yet he thrufts in more:
which the Imitator employs. And the reason is, because the atire does not turn upon the odiousness of painting; in which afe the terms of a painted wall had given force to the expression; ut upon the frequency of it, which required only the simple 12.me,