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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,

And cheats th' 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:

Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole,

But some excising courtier will have toll.

He tells what strumpet places sells for life,

What 'squire his lands, what citiaen his wife:

At last (which proves him wiser still than all)

What lady's face is not a whited wall.

As one of Woodward's patients, sick and sore, I puke, I nanseate, yet he thrusts in more:

To hear this makaron talk: in vain for yet,

Either my humour, or his own to fit,

He, like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can

Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man.

He names the price of every office paid;

He saith our wars thrive ill, becanse delaid:

That offices are intail'd, and that there are

Perpetuities of them, lasting as far

As the last day; and that great officers

Do with the Spaniards share, and Dunkirkers.

I more amaz'd than Circe's prisoners, when They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then Becoming traytor, and methought I saw One of our giant statues ope its jaw To suck me in for hearing him: I found That as burnt venemous leachers do grow sound By giving others their sores, I might grow Guilty, and be free: therefore I did stow All signs of loathing; but since I am in, I must pay mine, and my forefathers sin

Trims Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part,
And talks gazettes and posthoys o'er by heart.
Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat,
Ready to cast, I yawn, I sigh, and sweat.
Then as a licens'd spy, who nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels every man;
Swears every place entail'd for years to come,
In sure succession to the day of doom:
He names the price for every office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd;
Nay hints, 'tis by contrivance of the court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port.
Not more amazement seiz'd on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall headlong into beasts,
Than mine to find a subject stay'd and wise
Already half turn'd traitor by surprise.
1 felt th' infection slide from him to me;
As in the pox, some give it to get free;
And quick to swallow me, methought I saw
One of our giant statues ope its jaw.

To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but th' hower
Of mercy was now come: he tries to bring
Me to pay a fine to 'scape a torturing. [ingly;*
And says, 'Sir, can' you spare me—?' I said, 1 Will-
* Nay, sir, can you spare me a crown ?' Thankfully I
Gave it, as ransom; but as fidlers, still,
Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
Thrust one more jigg upon you: so did he
With his long complimental thanks vex me.
But he is gone, thanks to his needy want,
And the prerogative of my crown; scant
His thanks were ended, when I (which did see
All the court fill'd with more strange things than he)
Ran from thence with such, or more haste than one
'Who fears more actions, doth hast from prison.

At home in wholesome solitariness
My piteous soul began the w retched uesi

In that nice moment, as another lie Stood just a-tilt, the minister came by. To him he flies, and bows, and bows again, Then, close as Umbra, joins the dirty train. Not Fannins' self more impudently near, When half his nose is in his prince's ear. I quak'd at heart; and, still afraid to see All the court fill'd with stranger things than he, Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail, And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.

Bear me, some god! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense! Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings. And the free soul looks down to pity kings! There sober thought pursn'd th' amusing theme. Till fancy colour'd it, and form'd a dream. A vision hermits can to hell transport, And fore'd ev'n me to see the damn'd at court. Not Daute, dreaming all th' infernal state, Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.

Of suitors at court to mourn, and a trance

Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance

Itself o'er me; such men as he saw there

I saw at court, and worse and more. Low fear

Becomes the guilty, not the accuser: Then

Shall I, none's slave, of highborn or rais'd men

Fear frowns: and ray mistress, truth, betray thee

For the huffing, bragart, puft nobility?

No, no, thou which since yesterday hast been

Almost about the whole world, hast 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 such gay painted things, which no sap, nor

Taste have in them, ours are; and natural

Some of the stocks are; their fruits bastard all.

Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free;
Suits tyrants, plunderers, but suits not me:
Shall I, the terror of this sinful town,
Care, if a livery'd lord or smile or frown?
Who cannot flatter, and detest who can,
Tremble before a noble seiving-man?
O my fair mistress, truth? shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puft nobility?
Thou, who since yesterday hast roll'd o'er all
The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,
Hast thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier sort.
Than such as swell this bladder of a court I
Now pox on those who show a court in wax!
It ought to bring all courtiers on their backs:
Such painted puppets! such a varnish'd race
Of hollow gewgaws, only dress and face!
Such waxen noses, stately staring things—
No wonder some 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,

'TU ten a clock and past; all whom the Mues, Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews Had all the morning held, now the second 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 Their fields they sold to bny them. For a king Those hose are, cry the flatterers : and bring Them next week to the theatre to sellWants reach all states: me seems they do as well 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 came weak ships franght with cutchanel) The men board them: and praise (as they think) well, Their beanties; they the mens wits; both are bought. Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought

Pay their last duty to the court, and come
Al i fresh and fragrant, to the drawing room;
In hues as gay, and odours as divine,
As the fair fields they sold to look so fine.

* That's velvet for a king !* the flatterer swears;
Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be king Lear's.
Our court may justly to our stage give rules
That helps it both to fool's-coats and to fools.
And why not players strut in courtiers' clothes?
For these are actors too, as well as those:

Wants reach all states: they beg but better drest,
And all is splendid poverty at best.

Painted for sight, and essene'd for the smell,
Like frigates fraught with spice and cochinell,
Sail in the ladies: how each pirate eyes
So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!
Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,
He boarding her, she striking sail to him:

* Dear countess! you have charms all hearts to hit!' And * sweet sir Fopling! you have so much wit!'

This cause, these men, mens wits for speeches bny,
And women bny 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 see Macrine
From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,
As if the presence were a mosque; and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shift,
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
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, with such nicety
As-a young preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady which owes

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