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Before he scap'd ; so it pleas’d my destiny
Therefore I suffer'd this ; towards me did run
though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, but 'twas now (so much ground was seen) Become Tufftaffaty; and our children shall See it plain rafh a while, then nought at all.
Notes. ,* a This is ill expressed, for it only means, he would be
more stared at than Strangers are.
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Such was the wight: Th’ apparel on his back
The thing hath travaild, and, faith, speaks all
tongues, And only knoweth what to all States belongs, Made of th' accents, and best phrase of all these, He speaks one language. If strange meats displease, Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast; But pedants motly tongue, souldiers bumbast, Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the termes of law, Are ftrong enough preparatives to draw Me to hear this, yet I must be content With his tongue, in his tongue call’a Complement: In which he can win widows, and pay scores, Make men speak treason, couzen subtlest whores, Out-flatter favourites, or out-lie either Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod, This fellow, chuseth me! He faith, Sir, I love your judgment, whom do you prefer For the best Linguift? and I feelily Said that I thought Calepines Didionary.
Our sons Thall see it leisurely decay,
This thing has travel'd, speaks each language too,
He spies me out, I whisper, Gracious God! What fin of mine could merit such a rod ? That all the shot of dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! 65 Permit (he cries) no stranger to your fame To crave your sentiment, if-'s your name. What Speech esteem you most ? “ The King's, said I.” But the best words?.." O Sir, the Dictionary.”
Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir? Beza then,
Some Jesuits, and two reverend men
Of our two academies I nam’d: here
He stopt me, and said, Nay your Apostles were
Good pretty Linguists; so Panurgus was,
Yet a poor Gentleman; all these may pass
Then, as if he would have sold
His tongue, he prais'd it, and such wonders told,
That I was fain to fay, If you had liv’d, Sir,
Time enough to have been Interpreter,
To Babels Bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood.
He adds, If of Court life you knew the good, You would leave loneness. I said, Not alone
My loneness is; but Spartanes fashion
Notes. Ver. 78. Yet these were all poor Gentlemen !] Our Poet has here added to the humour of his original. Donne makes his thread-bare Traveller content himself under his,