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Not Fannius' self more impudently near,
When half his nose is in his Prince's ear.
I quakd at heart; and still afraid, to see 180
All the Court fill'd with stranger things than he,
Ran out as fast, as one that pays his bail
And dreads more a&ions, hurries from a jail.
Bear me, some God! oh quickly bear me hence
To wholsome Solitude, the nurse of sense:
Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings,
And the free foul looks down to pity Kings!
There sober thought pursu'd th'amusing theme,
Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'd a Dream.
A Vision hermits can to Hell transport, 190
And forc'd ev'n me to see the damn'd at Court.
Not Dante dreaming all th'infernal state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, fin, and hate.
Base Fear becomes the guilty, not the free;
Suits Tyrants, Plunderers, but suits not me: 195
O qui me gelidis
O quickly bear me hence. VER. 188. There føber thought] These two lines are remarkable for the delicacy and propriety of the expression.
VER. 194. Base Fear.] These four admirable lines become the high office he had assumed, and so nobly fuftained. VOL. IV.
Becomes the guilty, not th' accuser: Then,
Shalt I, none's slave, of high-born or rais'd men
Fear frowns; and my mistress truth, betray thee
For th' huffing, bragart, puft nobility?
No, no, thou which since yesterday haft been,
Almost about the whole world, halt thou seen,
O sun in all thy journey, vanity,
Such as swells the bladder of our court? I
Think he which made your Waxen garden, and
Transported it from Italy, to stand
With us at London, flouts our Courtiers ; for
Just fuck gay painted things, which no fap, nor
Taste have in them, ours are ; and natural
Some of the stocks are ; their fruits bastard all.
'Tis ten a Clack and. paft ; all whom the mues,
Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the ftews
Had all the morning beld, now the fecond
Time made ready, that day, in flocks are found
In the Presence, and I (God pardon me)
As fresh and sweet their Apparels be, as be
> A show of the Italian Garden in Waxwork, in the time of King James the First.
© That is, of wood.
VER: 20%. Court in wax!] A famous show of the Court of France, in Wax-work.
VER. 213. Ar Fig's, at White's,] White's was a noted gaming, house: Fig's, a Prize-fighter's Academy, where the young
Shall I, the Terror of this finful town,
Care, if a liv'ry'd Lord or smile or frown?
Who cannot flatter, and detest who can,
Tremble before a noble Serving-man?
O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility ?
Thou, who fince yesterday haft rollid o'er all
The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,
Haft thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier fort,
Than such as swell this bladder of a court ?
Now pox on those who shew a Court in wax 1
It ought to bring all courtiers on their backs :
Such painted puppets! such a varnish'd race
Of hollow gew-gaws, only dress and face!
Such waxen noses, stately staring things ZI
No wonder fome folks bow, and think them Kings.
See! where the British youth, engag'd no more At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, Pay their last duty to the Court, and come All fresh and fragrant, to the drawing-room; 215 In hues as gay, and odours as divine, As the fair fields they fold to look so fine.
Nobility received inftruction in those days: 'It was also customary for the nobility and gentry to vifit the condemned criminals in Newgate.
Their fields they sold to buy them. For a king
Those hose are, cry the flatterers : and bring
Them next week to the theatre to sell.
Wants reach all states: me seems they do as well
At ftage, as courts; all are players. Whoe'er looks
(For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapfide books,
Shall find their wardrobes inventory. Now
The Ladies come. As pirates (which do know
That there came weak hips fraught with Cutchanel)
The men board them; and praise (as they think)
Their beauties; they the mens wits; both are bought.
Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought
This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy,
And women buy all red which scarlets dye.
He call'd her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net:
She fears her drugs ill lay'd, her hair loose set".
Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to fee Macrine
From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,
As if the Presence were a Mosque: and lift
His kirts and hose, and call his clothes to thrift,
Making them confess not only mortal
Great ftains and holes in them, but venial
• i. e. Conscious that both her complexion and her hair as borrowed, the suspects that, when, in the common cant of Aatterers, he calls her beauty lime-twigs, and her bair a net to catch
« That's velvet for a King?" the flatt'rer swears;
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
Our Court may justly to our fage give rules,
That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools.
And why not players ftrut in courtiers cloaths ?
For these are actors too, as well as those:
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest,
And all is fplendid poverty at beft.
Painted for fight, and essenc'd for the smell,
Like frigates fraught with spice and cochine'l,
Sail in the Ladies: how each pyrate eyes
So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!
Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,
He boarding her, she striking fail to him:
“ Dear Countess! you have charms all hearts to hit!"
And “Sweet Sir Fopling! you have so much wit!"
Such wits and beauties are not prais’d for nought,
For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235
'Twou'd burst ev'n Heraclitus with the spleen,
To see those anticks, Foplin and Courtin :
The Presence seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pa-god,
See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240
Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools!
lovers, he means to infinuate that her colours are coarsely laid on, and her borrowed hair loofely woven.
VIR. 240. Durer's rules,} Albert Durer.