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Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
Of his neck to his leg , and waste to thighs.
Soin immaculate clothes, and symmetry
Perfect as circles, with such nicety
As a young preaclier 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 Jesu so oft, that a
Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away
For saying our Lady's psalter. 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. 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
He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe;
Jerts like a licens'd fool, commands like law.

Tir’d, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men from goals to execution go,
Go, through the great chamber ( why is it hung
With the seven deadly fins : ) being among
Those Askaparts , men big enough to throw
Charing-cross for a bar, men that do know
No token of worth , but queens inan, and finc
Living; barrels of beef, faggons of wine.

He cares not,

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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,

Neatness itself impertinentin him.

Let but the ladies smile, and they are blest :

Prodigious ! how the things protest , protest : se thrort Peace, fools, or Gonson will for papists seize you,

If once he catch you at your Jefie! Jesu!

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 : chem bap 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 :
And with a face as red, and as awry,
As Herod's hang-dogs in old tapestry,
Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Has yet a strange ambition to look worse;
Confounds the civil , keeps the rude in awe,
Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like law.

Frighted , I quit the room , but leave it so
As men from jails to execution go;
For, hung with deadly sins, I see the wall,
And lin’d with giants deadlier than 'em all:
Each man an Askapart , of strength to toss
For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing.cross,
Scar'd at the grizly forms, I sweat, I fiy,
And shake all o’er, like a discover'd spy.

pits on,

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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 wash 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,

Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine: Charge them with heaven's artill’ry, bold Divine ! From such alone the great rebukes endure, Whore satire's sacred, and whose rage secure: 'Tis mine to wash a few light stains, but theirs To deluge sin, and drown a court in tears, Howe'er what's now Apocrypha , my wit, In time to come , may pass for holy writ.


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