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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

Notes,

. 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
Can gratis see the country, or the town: 145
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 citizen his wife :
And last (which proves him wiser still than all) 150
What Lady's face is not a whited wall.

As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and sore,
I puke, I nauseate,-yet he thrusts in more:
Trim's Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part,
And talks Gazettes and Post-boys o'er by heart.
Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat
Ready to cast, I yawn, I figh, and sweat.

Then as a licens’d spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great Man;
Swears ev'ry place entail'd for years to come, 160
In sure succession to the day of doom :
He names the price for ev'ry office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd :

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

thing.

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
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 Circes prisoners, when
They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then
Becoming Traytor, and methought I saw
One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw,
To fuck 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 he free: Therefore I did show
All signs of loathing; but since I am in,
I must pay mine, and my forefathers fin’
To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but th’hower
Of mercy now was come: he tries to bring
Me to pay a fine to 'scape a torturing,
And says, Sir, can you spare mem? I said, Willingly;
Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crown? Thankfully I
Gave it, às 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 filld with more strange things than he)

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,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a Port. 165
Not more amazement seiz'd on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject stay'd and wise
Already half turn?d traytor by surprize.
I 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 Statutes ope its jaw.

In that nice moment, as another Lye
Stood just a-tilt, the Minister came by.

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

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Ran from thence with such, or more haft than one ?
Who fears more actions, doth hast from prison.

At home in wholesome folitariness
My piteous soul began the wretchedness
Of fuiters at court to mourn, and a trance
Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance
It self o'er me: such men as he saw there
I saw at court, and worse and more. Low fear
Becomes the guilty, not th' accufer: Then,
Shall I, none's flave, of high-born or rais'd men
Fear frowns; and my mistress truth, betray thee
For th' huffing, bragart, puft nobility ?
No, no, thou which since yesterday haft been,
Almost about the whole world, haft thou seen,
O fun, in all thy journey, vanity,
Such as swells the bladder of our court? I
Think he which made your b 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

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.

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