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fortly boys shall not play At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay Toll to fome Courtier; and wiser than all us, He knows what Lady is not painted. Thus He with home meats cloyes me. I belch, fpue, spit, Look pale and fickly, like a Patient, yet He thrufts on more, and as he had undertook, To say Gallo-Belgicus without book, . Speaks of all States and deeds that have been since The Spaniards came to th’ loss of Amyens. Like a big wife, at fight of loathed meat, Ready to travail: so I figh, and sweat To hear this a Makaron talk : in vain, for yet, Either my humour, or his own to fit, He like a privileg'd spie, whom nothing can Discredit, libels now'gainst each great man. He names the price of ev'ry office paid ; ' He faith our wars thrive ill because delaid; 'n
. Whom we call an Ass, the Italians style Maccheroni.
Ver. 151. What Lady's face etc.] The Original is here very humourous. This torrent of scandal concludes thus,
And wiser than all 15 He knows what Lady the reader expects it will conclude, what Lady is painted. No, just the contrary,
what Lady is not painted, satirically infinuating, that that is a better Proof of the goodness of his intelligence than the other. The Reader
Why Turnpikes rise, and now no Cit nor clown
As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and sore,
Then as a licens’d spy, whom nothing can
Notes. sees there is greater force in the use of these plain words, than in those which the Imitator employs. And the reason is, because the satire does 'not turn upon the odiousness of painting ; in which case the terms of a painted wall had given force to the expression ; but upon the frequency of it, which required only the fimple mention of the
Ver. 152. As one of Woodward's patients,] Alluding to the effects of his use of oils in bilious disorders.
That Offices are ințail'd, and that there are
I more amaz’d than Circes prisoners, when
won' : : Notes.' Ver. 167. fall endlong] The sudden effect of the transformation is strongly and finely painted to the imagina
Nay, hints, 'tis by connivance of the Court,
In that nice moment, as another Lye
175 To him he flies, and bows, and bows again, Then, close as Umbra, joins the dirty train. Not Fannius' 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 wholsome Solitude, the nurse of sense : 185 Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free foul looks down to pity Kings !
Notes. tion, not in the found, but in the sense of these two words.
VER, 184. Bear'men] These four lines are wonderfully
Ran from thence with such, or more haft than one ?
At home in wholesome folitariness
NOTB5. fublime. His impatience in this region of vicē, is like that of Virgil, in the region of heat. They both call out as if they were half tiified by the fulphury air of the place,
O qui me gelidis
O quickly bear me hence. bA show of the Italian Gardens in Waxwork, in the time of King James the First. P.