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Call himself barrister to every wench,

Large as the fields themselves, and larger far And woo in language of the Pleas and Bench ? Than civil codes, with all their glosses, are; Language, which Boreas might to Auster hold, So vast, our new divines, we must confess, More rough than forty Germans when they scold. Are fathers of the church for writing less.

Cursed be the wretch, so venal and so vain: But let them write for you, each rogue impairs Paltry and proud, as drabs in Drury-lane.

The deeds, and dexterously omits ses heires : 'Tis such a bounty as was never known,

No commentator can more slily pass
If Peter deigns to help you to your own :

Over a learn'd unintelligible place :
What thanks, what praise, if Peter but supplies ! Or, in quotation, shrewd divines leave out
And what a solemn face, if he denies !

Those words that would against them clear the
Grave, as when prisoners shake the head and swear doubt.
"Twas only suretyship that brought them there. So Luther thought the Pater-noster long,
His office keeps your parchment fates entire, When doom'd to say his beads and even-song;
He starves with cold to save them from the fire : But having cast his cowl, and left those laws,
For you he walks the streets through rain or dust, Adds to Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause.
For not in chariots Peter puts his trust;

The lands are bought; but where are to be found For you he sweats and labours at the laws, Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground ? Takes God to witness he affects your cause, We see no new-built palaces aspire, And lies to every lord in every thing,

No kitchens emulate the vestal fire. Like a king's favourite-or like a king.

Where are those troops of poor, that throng'd of These are the talents that adorn them all,

yore From wicked Waters e'en to godly **

The good old landlord's hospitable door? Not more of simony beneath black gowns,

Well I could wish, that still in lordly domes Not more of bastardy in heirs to crowns.

Some beasts were kill'd, though not whole hecatomba, In shillings and in pence at first they deal; That both extremes were banish'd from their walls, And steal so little, few perceive they steal:

Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bacchanals ; Till, like the sea, they compass all the land, And all mankind might that just mean observe, From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand. In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve And when rank widows purchase luscious nights, These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow, Or when a duke to Jansen punts at White's, But, oh! these works are not in fashion now: Or city heir in mortgage melts away,

Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare, Satan himself feels far less joy than they.

Extremely fine, but what no man will wear. Piecemeal they win this acre first, then that,

Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence; Glean on, and gather up the whole estate;

Let no court sycophant pervert my sense, Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law, Nor sly informer watch these words to draw Indentures, covenants, articles they draw,

Within the reach of treason, or the law.

His title of barrister on every wench,

Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much time And wooes in language of the Pleas and Bench. ** Wringing each acre, as maids pulling prime.

Words, words which would tear In parchment then, large as the fields, he draws The tender labyrinth of a maid's soft ear:

Assurances, big as gloss'd civil laws,
More, more than ten Sclavonians scolding, more So huge that men (in our times forwardness)
Than when winds in our ruin'd abbeys roar.

Are fathers of the church for writing less.
Then sick with poetry, and possess'd with muse These he writes not; nor for these written payes,
Thou wast, and mad I hoped; but men which chuse. Therefore spares no length (as in those first dayes
Law practice for mere gain : bold soul repute When Luther was profess'd, he did desire
Worse than imbrothel'd strumpets prostitute. Short Pater-nosters, saying as a fryer
Now like an owl-like watcbman he must walk, Each day his beads : but having left those laws,
His hand still at a bill; now he must talk

Adds to Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause) Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear, But when he sells or changes land, he impaires That only suretiship had brought them there, The writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out ses heires, And to every suitor lye in every thing,

As slily as any commentator goes by Like a king's favourite--or like a king.

Hard words, or sense ; or, in divinity, Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre,

As controverters in vouch'd texts, leave out Bearing like asses, and more shameless farre Shrewd words, which might against them clear the Than carted whores, lye to the grave judge: for

doubt. Bastardy abounds not in king's titles, nor

Where are these spread woods which cloathed Simony and Sodomy in churchmen's lives,

heretofore As these things do in him; by these he thrives. Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within door. Shortly (as th' sea) he'll compass all the land, Where the old landlords troops and almes? In halls From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand. Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bacchanals And spying heirs melting with luxury,

Equally I hate. Means bless'd. In rich men's homes Satan will not joy at their sins as he;

I bid kill some beasts, but no hecatombs; For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuffe, None starve, none surfeit so. But (oh, we allow And barrelling the droppings and the snuffe Good works as good, but out of fashion now, Of wasting candles, which in thirty year,

Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws Reliquely kept, perchance buys wedding cbeer) Within the vast reach of the huge statute's jawes.


And the wise justice starting from his chair WELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,

Cry, ‘By your priesthood tell me what you are?!

Such was the wight: the apparel on his back, Adieu to all the follies of the age! I die in charity with fool and knave,

Though coarse, was reverend, and though bare, was

black: Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.

The suit, if by the fashion one might guess, I've had my purgatory here betimes,

Was velvet in the youth of good queen Bess,
And paid for all my satires, all my rhymes.

But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd;
The poet's hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames,
To this were trifles, toys, and empty names.

So time, that changes all things, had ordain'd!
With foolish pride my heart was never fired,

Our sons shall see it leisurely decay,

First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
Nor the vain itch to admire, or be admired :
I hoped for po commission from his grace;

This thing has travell’d, speaks each language too,

And knows what's fit for every state to do;
I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place :
Had no new verees, nor new suit to show,

Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd, Yet went to court!-the devil would have it so.

He forms one tongue, exotic and refined. But, as the fool that in reforming days

Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Morteux I knew,

Henley himself I've heard, and Budgel too.
Would go to mass in jest (as story says)
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,

The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues Since 'twas no form’d design of serving God;

A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs, So was I punish'd, as if full as proud,

The whole artillery of the terms of war,

And all those plagues in one) the bawling bar; prone to ill, as negligent of good,

These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
As vain, as idle, and as false, as they

Whose tongue will compliment you to the devil Who live at court, for going once that way!

A tongue that can cheat widows, cancel scores, Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came

Make Scots speak treason, cozen subtlest whores,

With royal favourites in flattery vie,
A thing which Adam has been posed to name;

And Oldmixon and Burnet both outlie.
Noah had refused it lodging in his ark,
Where all the race of reptiles might embark:

He spies me out; I whisper, 'Gracious God!

What sin of mine could merit such a rod ?
A verier monster, than on Afric's shore,

That all the shot of dulness now must be
The sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloan or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain,

From this thy blunderbuss discharged on ine!!

• Permit,' he cries, 'no stranger to your fame Nay, all that lying travellers can feign. The watch would hardly let him pass at noon,

To crave your sentiment, if 's your name. At night would swear him dropp'd out of the moon;

What speech esteem you most ?' • The king's,' said I.

* But the best words ?'--'0, sir, the dictionary.' One, whom the mob, when next we find or make

* You miss my aim! I mean the most acute A popish ploš, shall for a Jesuit take,

And perfect speaker ?'—'Onslow, past dispute.'

SATIRE IV. WELL; I may now receive, and die. My sin 'Sir, by your priesthood, tell me what you are ?' Indeed is great; but yet I have been in

His clothes were strange, though coarse, and black, A purgatory, such as fear'd Hell is

though bare, A recreation, and scant map of this.

Sleeveless his jerkin was, and had it been My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Velvet, but 'twas now, (so much ground was seen) Poyron'd with love to see or to be seen;

Become tuff-taffaty; and our children shall I had no suit there, nor new suit to show,

See it plain rash a while, then nought at all. Yet went to court; but as Glare which did go The thing hath travail'd, and faith, speaks all To mass in jest, catch'd, was fain to disburse

tongues Two hundred markes which is the statutes curse, And only knoweth what to all states belongs, Before he scaped; so it pleased my destiny Made of the accents, and best phrase of all these Guilty of my sin of going) to think me

He speaks one language. If strange meats dis please, As prone to all ill, and good as forget

Art can deceive, or hunger force my taste; ful, as proud, lustful, and as much in debt, But pedants motly tongue, soldiers bumbast, As vain, as witless, and as false, as they

Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the terms of law, Which dwell in court, for once going that way. Are strong enough preparatives to draw

Therefore I suffer'd this : towards me did run Me to hear this; yet I must be content
A thing more strange, than on Nile's slime the sun With his tongue, in his tongue callid complement :
E'er bred, or all wbich into Noah's ark came; In which he can win widows, and pay scores,
A thing which would have posed Adam to name : Make men speak treason, couzen subtlest w hores,
Stranger than seven antiquaries' studies,

Outflatter favourites, or outlie either
Than Africk monsters, Guianaes rarities,

Jovius, or Surius, or both together. Stranger than strangers: one who, for a Dane, He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, In the Danes' massacre had sure been slain, How have I sinn'd that thy wrath's furious rod, If he had lived then ; and without help dies, This fellow, chooseth me! he saith, 'Sir, When next the 'prentices 'gainst strangers rise; I love your judgment, whom do you prefer One, whom the watch at noon scarce lets go by: For the best linguist ?' and I seelily Ose, to whom the examining justice sure would cry, Said that I thought Calepine's dictionary.

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* But, sir, of writers ?'—'Swift, for closer style,
But Hoadly for a period of a mile.'
Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass;
Good common linguists, and so Panurge was ;'
Nay, troth, the apostles (though perhaps too rough)
Had once a pretty gift of tongues enough:
Yet these were all poor gentlemen! I dare
Affirm, 'twas travel made them what they were.

Thus, others' talents having nicely shown,
He came by sure transition to his own:
Till I cried 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 tower had stood.'

Obliging sir! for courts you sure were made:
Why then for ever buried in the shade?
Spirits like you, should see and should be seen,
The king would smile on you—at least the queen.'
"Ah, gentle sir! your courtiers so cajole us-
But Tully has it, Nunquam minus solus :
And as for courts, forgive me, if I say
No lessons now are taught the Spartan way:
Though in his pictures lust be full display'd,
Few are the converts Aretine has made;
And though the court show vice exceeding clear,
None should, by my advice, learn virtue there.'

At this entranced, he lifts his hands and eyes,
Squeaks like a high-stretch'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 every day from king to king can walk,
Of all our Harrys, all our Edwards talk;
And get, by speaking truth of monarchs dead,
What few can of the living-case and bread.'
Lord, sir, a mere mechanic! strangely 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.'
"O! sir, politely so ! nay, let me die,
Your only wearing is your paduasoy.'

Not, sir, my only, I have better still,
And this you see is but my deshabille--'

Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke,
Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke.
But as coarse iron, sharpen'd, mangles more,
And itch most hurts when anger'd to a sore ;
So when you plague a fool, 'tis still the curse,
You only make the matter worse and worse.

He pass'd it o'er; affects an easy smile
At all my peevishness, and turns his style.

He asks, 'What news?' I tell him of new plays,
New eunuchs, harlequins, and operas.
He hears, and as a still with simples in it,

Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute,
Loath to enrich me with too quick replies,
By little, and by little, drops his lies.
Mere household trash! of birthnights, balls, and

More than ten Hollinsheds, or Halls, or Stowes.
When the queen frown'd, or smiled, he knows ; and

A subtle minister may make of that:
Who sins 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 the secret, deals in stocks secure,
And cheats the unknowing widow and the poor :
Who makes a trust 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:

Nay, but of men, most sweet sir ?' Beza then, Are not your Frenchmen neat ?'Mine, as you see, Some Jesuits, and two reverend men

I have but one, sir, look, he follows me.' Of our two academies I named. Here

Certes they are neatly cloathed. I of this mind am, He stopp'd me, and said, “Nay your apostles were Your only wearing is your grogaram.' Good pretty linguists; so Panurgus was,

* Not so, sir, I have more.' Under this pitch Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass

He would not fly: I chaff”d him : but as itch By travail.' Then, as if he would sold

Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron ground His tongue,

he praised it, and such wonders told, Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I (fool) found, That I was fain to say, 'If you had lived, sir, Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness, Time enough to have been interpreter

He to another key his style doth dress :
To Babel's bricklayers, sure the tower had stood.' And asks what news; I tell him of new playes.

He adds, 'If of court life you knew the good, He takes my hand, and as a still, which stayes
You would leave loneless.' I said, 'Not alone A sembrief 'twixt each drop, he niggardly,
My loneless is; but Spartanes fashion

As loth to enrich me, so tells many a ly.
To teach by painting drunkards doth not last More than ten Hollensheds, or Halls, or Stows,
Now, Aretine's pictures have made few chaste; Of trivial household trash, he knows. He knows
No more can princes courts (though there be few When the queen frown'd or siniled! and he knows
Better pictures of vice) teach me virtue.'

what He like to a high-stretch'd lutestring squeaks, “O sir, A subtle statesman may gather of that "Tis sweet to talk of kings.' 'At Westminster,' He knows who loves whom : and who by poison Said I, “the man that keeps the Abbey-tombs, Hastes to an officer's reversion ; And for his price, doth with whoever comes Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes ; Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk,

Who loveth whores * From king to king, and all their kin can walk: He knows who hath sold his lands, and now doth beg Your ears shall hear nought but kings ; your eyes meet a licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and eggeKings only: the way to it is King-street.'

Shells to transport; Hesmack'd, and cried, 'He's base, mechanique coarse, *

* shortly boys shall not play So are all your Englishmen in their discourse. | At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay



Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole,

I quaked at heart: and, still afraid to see But some escising courtier will have toll.

All the court fillid with stranger things than he, He tells what strumpet places sells for life, Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail, What 'squire his lands, what citizen his wife : And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail. At last (which proves him wiser still than all) Bear me, some god! oh quickly bear me hence What lady's face is not a whited wall.

To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense! As one of Woodward's patients, sick and sore, Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, I puke, 1 nauseate,—yet he thrusts in more: And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! Trims Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part, There sober thought pursued the amazing theme, And talks gazettes and postboys o'er by heart. Till fancy colour'd it, and form'd a dream. Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat,

A vision hermits can to hell transport, Ready to cast, I yawn, I sigh, I sweat.

And forced e'en me to see the damn'd at court. Then as a licensed spy, who nothing can

Not Dante, dreaming all the infernal state, Silence or hurt, he libels every man;

Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate. Sxears every place entail'd for years to come, Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free; In ure succession to the day of doom :

Suits tyrants, plunderers, but suits not me :
He names the price of every office paid,

Shall I, the terror of this sinful town,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd : Care, if a liveried lord or smile or frown?
Nay hints, 'tis by connivance of the court,

Who cannot flatter, and detest who can,
Thai Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port. Tremble before a noble serving-man?
Not more amazement seized on Circe's guests, O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit theo
To see themselves fall headlong into beasts, For huffing, braggart, puft nobility ?
Than mine to find a subject staid and wise

Thou, who since yesterday hast rollid o'er all
Already half turn'd traitor by surprise.

The busy, idle blockheads of the ball, I felt the infection slide from him to me;

Hast thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier sort, As in the pos, some give it to get free;

Than such as swell this bladder of a court ? And quick to swallow me, methought I saw Now pox on those that show a court in wax! One of our giant statutes ope its jaw.

It ought to bring all courtiers on their backs : In that nice moment, as another lie

Such painted puppets ! such a varnish'd race Stood just a-tilt, the minister came by.

Of hollow gewgaws, only dress and face !
To him he flies, and bows, and bows again, Such waxen noses, stately staring things-
Then, close as Umbra, joins the dirty train. No wonder some folks bow, and think them kings.
Not Fannius' self more impudently near,
When half his nose is in his prince's ear

Of mercy now was come: he tries to bring
Me to pay a fine to 'scape a torturing ;

And says, 'Sir, can you spare me—?" I said, “WilToll to some courtier; and wiser than all us,

lingly!' He knows what lady is not painted. Thus

Nay, sir, can you spare me a crown?' Thankfully I He with home meats cloys me. I belch, spue, spit, Gave it, as ransom: but as fiddlers, still, Look pale and sickly, like a patient, yet

Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, Thrust one more jigg upon you; so did he To say Gallo Belgicus without book,

With his long complimented thanks vex me. Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since But he is gone,

thanks to his needy want, The Spaniards came to the loss of Amyens. And the prerogative of my crown; scant Like a big wife, at sight of loathed meat,

His thanks were ended, when I (which did see Ready to travail : so I sigh, and sweat

All the court fill'd with more strange things than he) To bear this makaron talk: in vain, for yet,

Ran from thence with such, or more haste than one Either my humour, or his own to fit,

Who fears more actions, doth hast from prison. He, hike a privileged spie, whom nothing can

At home in wholesale solitariness Dacredit, rebels now gainst each great man. My piteous soul began the wretchedness He names the price of every office paid ;

Of suitors at court to mourn ; and a trance He saith our wars thrive ill, because delaid: Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance That offices are entailed, and that there are

Itself o'er me ; such men as he saw there Perpetuities of them, lasting as far

I saw at court, and worse and more. Lo fear As the last day; and that great officers

Becomes the guilty, not the accuser : Then,
Do with the Spaniards share, and Dunkirkers. Shall I, none's slave, of highborn or raised men

I more amazed than Circe's prisoners, when Fear frowns; and my mistress Truth, betray thee
They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then For the huffing, bragart, pust nobility?
Becoming traytor, and methought I saw,

No, no, thou which since yesterday has been
One of our giant statutes ope its jaw

Almost about the whole world, has thou seen, To suck me in for hearing him: I found

O Sun, in all thy journey, vanity, That as burnt venemous leachers do grow sound Such as swells the bladder of our court ? I By giving others their sores, I might grow Think he which made your waxen garden, and Gailty, and be free: therefore I did show

Transported it from Italy, to stand All signs of loathing; but since I am in,

With us, at London, flouts our courtiers; for I must pay mine, and my forefathers sin

Just such gay painted things, which no sap, nor To the last farthing. Therefore to my power Taste have in them, ours are: and natural Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but the hower Some of the stocks are; their fruits bastard all.

See! where the British youth, engaged no more, Or should one pound of powder less bespread At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, Those monkey-tails that wag behind their head. Pay their last duty to the court, and come

Thus finish'd, and corrected to a hair, All fresh and fragrant, to the drawing-room; They march, to prate their hour before the fair. In hues as gay, and odours as divine,

So first to preach a white-gloved chaplain goes, As the fair fields they sold to look so fine.

With band of lily, and with cheek of rose, "That's velvet for a king ! the flatterer swears; Sweeter than Sharon, in immaculate trim, 'Tis true ; for ten days hence 'twill be king Lear's. Neatness itself impertinent in him. Our court may justly to our stage give rules, Let but the ladies smile, and they are blessid: That helps it both to fools' coats and to fools. Prodigious! how the things protest! protest ! And why not players strut in courtiers' clothes ? Peace, fools, or Gonson will for papist seize you, For these are actors too, as well as those : If once he catch you at your Jesu! Jesu! Wants reach all states: they beg but better dress'd, Nature made every fop to plague his brother, And all is splendid poverty at best.

Just as one beauty mortifies another. Painted for sight, and essenced for the smell, But here's the captain that will plague them both, Like frigates fraught with spice and cochincal, Whose air cries, Arm! whose very look 's an oath : Sail in the ladies : how each pirate eyes

The captain 's honest, sirs, and that 's enough, So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!

Though his soul's bullet, and his body buff. Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,

He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before, He boarding her, she striking sail to him :

Like battering rams, beats open every door:
* Dear countess! you have charms all hearts to hit! And with a face as red, and as awry,
And 'Sweet sir Fopling! you have so much wit!' As Herod's hangdogs in old tapestry,
Such wits and beauties are not praised for nought, Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
For both the beauty and the wit are bought.

Has yet a strange ambition to look worse :
"Twould burst e'en Heraclitus with the spleen, Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
To see those anticks, Fopling and Courtin : Jests like a licensed fool, commands like law.
The presence seems, with things so richly odd, Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pagod. As men from jails to execution go;
See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, For hung with deadly sins I see the wall,
Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools ! And lined with giants deadlier than them all :
Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw Each man an Askapart, of strength to toss
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw :

For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-cross. But, oh! what terrors must distract the soul Scared at the grizly forms, I sweat, I fiy, Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole :

And shake all o'er, like a discover'd spy.

'Tis ten o'clock and past; all whom the mues, Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews

Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs.
Had all the morning held, now the second

So in immaculate clothes and symmetry
Time made ready, that day, in flocks are found Perfect as circles, with such nicety
In the presence; and I (God pardon me)

As a young preacher at his first time goes
As fresh and sweet their apparels be, as be

To preach, he enters, and a lady which owes Their fields they sold to buy them. For a king Him not so much as good-will, he arrests, Those hose are, cried the flatterers: and bring And unto her protests, protests, protests, Them next week to the theatre to sell.

So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown Wants reach all states : me seems they do as well Ten cardinals into the Inquisition : At stage, as courts : all are players. Whoe'er looks And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a (For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books, Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away Shall find their wardrobes, inventory. Now For saying our lady's Psalter. But 'tis fit The ladies come. As pirates (which do know That they each other plague, they merit it. That there came weak ships fraught with cutchanel) But here comes Glorious that will plague 'em both: The men board them : and praise (as they think) Who in the other extreme only doth well,

Call a rough carelessness good fashion : Their beauties ; they the men's wits; both are Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on, bought.

He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought To him ; he rushes in, as if Arm, arm, This cause, these men, mens wits for speeches buy, He meant to cry: and though his face be as ill And women buy all red which scarlets dye. As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, still He call'd her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net : He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe; She fears her drugs ill lay'd, her hair loose set : Jests like a licensed fool, commands like law. Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to sce Macrine

Tired, now,

I leave this place, and but pleased so From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,

As men from gaols to execution go,
As if the presence were a mosque; and lift Go, through the great chamber (why is it hung
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift, With these seven deadly sins ?) being among
Making them confess not only mortal

Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
Great stains and holes in them, but venial

Charing-cross, for a bar, men that do know Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate ; No loken of worth, but queens man, and fine And then by Durer's rules survey the state | Living: barrels of becs, flaggons of wine.

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