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At stage, as courts ; all are players. Whoe'er looks
(For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books,
Shall find their wardrobes inventory. Now
The Ladies come. As pirates (which do know
That there cameweak ships 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 sete,
Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
From hat to Moe, himself at door refine,
As if the Presence were a Mosque: and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,
Making them confess not only mortal
Great stains and holes in them, but venial
Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate :
And then by Durer's rules survey the state
Notes. di. e. Arrive to worship and magistracy. The reason he gives is, that those who have wit are forced to sell their stock, inlisad of trading with it. This thought, tho' not amiss, our Poet has not paraphraled. It is obscurely exprefied, and poflibly it clcaped him. . . .
Si. e. Con cious that both her complexion and her hair are
. 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, 230
He boarding her, she striking fail to him:
“Dear Countess! you have charms all hearts to hitl"
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, Fopling 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 !
Adjust their cloaths, and to confession draw
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw;
. . NOT E s. borrowed, she suspects that, when, in the common cant of 1a“. terers, he calls her beauty lime-twigs, and her hair a net to catch lovers, he means to infinuate that her colours are coarsely laid on, and her borrowed hair loosely woven. , VER. 240. Durer's rules,] Albert Durer.
Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs.
So in immaculate clothes, and Symmetry
Perfect as Circles f, with such nicety
As a young Preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady which owes
Him not so much as good will, he arrests,
And unto her protests, protests, protests,
So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown
Ten Cardinals into the Inquisition ;
And whispers by Jefu so oft, that a
Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away
For saying our Lady's Pfalter. But ’tis fit
That they each other plague, they merit it.
But here comes Glorious that will plague them both,
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelesness, good fashion :
Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on,
He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm
To him ; he rushes in, as if Arm, arm,
He meant to cry; and though his face be as ill
As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, still
Notes. f Because all the lines drawn from the centre to the circum. fercncc are equal.
But oh! what terrors must distract the soul
Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole ; 245
Or should one pound of powder less bespread
Those monkey tails that wag behind their head.
Thus finish’d, and corrected to a hair,
They march, to prate their hour before the Fair. -
So first to preach a white-glov'd Chaplain goes,
With band of Lily, and with cheek of Rose,
Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim,
Neatnefs itself impertinent in him.
Let but the Ladies smile, and they are bleft:'
Prodigious! how the things protest, protest : 255
Peace, fools, or Gonson will for Papists seize you,
If once he catch you at your Jefu ! Jefu !
Nature made ev'ry Fop to plague his brother,
Just as one Beauty mortifies another.
But here's the Captain that will plague them both,
Whose air cries Arm! whose very look’s an oath :
The Captain's honest, Sirs, and that's enough,
Tho' his soul's bullet, and his body buff.
He spits fore-right ; his haughty chest before,
Like batt’ring rams, beats open ev'ry door : 265
And with a face as red, and as awry, · As Herod's hang-dogs in old Tapeliry,
He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe; Jests like a licens’d foal, commands like law.
Tir'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd lo As men from gaols to execution go, Go, through the great chamber (why is it hung With the seven deadly sins ?) being among Those Askaparts , men big enough to throw Charing-Cross for a bar, men that do know No token of worth, but Queens man, and fine Living; barrels of beef, flaggons of wine. I shook like a spied Spie---Preachers which are Seas of Wit and Arts, you can, then dare, Drown the fins of this place, but as for me Which am but a scant brook, enough shall be To wath the stains away: Although I yet (With Maccabees modesty) the known merit Of my work lessen, yet some wise men shall, I hope, esteem my Writs Canonical.
NOTES. "A Giant famous in Romances.