80 Yet these were all poor Gentlemen! I dare Spirits like you, fhould fee and fhould be feen, 85 90 "The King would fmile on you--at least the Queen. "To gaze on Princes, and to talk of Kings! He ev'ry day from King to King can walk, 95 100 105 Your ears fhall hear nought but Kings; your eyes meet Kings only the way to it is Kings-street. He fmack'd, and cry'd, He's bafe, mechanique, coarse, So are all your Englishmen in their discourse, Are not your Frenchmen neat? Mine, as you fee, I have but one, Sir, look, he follows me. Certes they are neatly cloth'd. I of this mind am, Your only wearing is your Grogaram. Not fo, Sir, I have more. Under this pitch He would not fly; I chaf'd him: but as Itch He to another key his ftyle doth dress; And asks what news; I tell him of new playes, And get by speaking truth of monarchs dead, What few can of the living, Ease and Bread. "Lord, Sir, a meer Mechanic; strangely low, "And coarfe of phrafe,-your English all are fo. "How elegant your Frenchmen ?" Mine, d'ye mean? I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. "Oh! Sir, politely fo! nay, let me die, "Your only wearing is your Padua-foy." Not, Sir, my only, I have better still, And this you fee is but my difhabille- III 115 120 He past it o'er; affects an easy fmile At all my peevishness, and turns his style. He asks, "What News? I tell him of new Plays, New Eunuchs, Harlequins, and Operas. 125 He hears, and as a Still with fimples in it Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute, By little, and by little, drops his lies. Meer houfhold trash! of birth-nights, balls, and fhows, More than ten Hollinfheads, or Halls, or Stows. When the Queen frown'd or fmil'd, and he knows what A fubtle Statesman may gather of that; He knows who loves whom; and who by poison Who waftes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, He knows who hath fold his land, and now doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, fhoes, and egge Shells to tranfport; fhortly boys shall not play At fpan-counter, or blow point, but shall pay He thrufts on more, and as he had undertook, VER. 151. What Lady's face, etc.] The Original is here very humorous. This torrent of fcandel concludes thus, He knows what Lady the reader expects it will conclude,---what Lady is painted. No, just the contrary, what Lady is not painted, fatirically infinuating, that that is a better Proof of the goodnefs of his intelligence than the other. The Reader fees there is greater force in the use of these plain words, than in 4 When the Queen frown'd, or smil'd, he knows; and what A fubtle Minister may make of that: Who fins with whom: who got his Penfion rug, 135 Or quicken'd a Reversion by a drug: Whofe place is quarter'd out, three parts in four, And whether to a Bishop, or a Whore: Who having loft his credit, pawn'd his rent, Is therefore fit to have a Government : Who in the fecret, deals in Stocks fecure, 140 As one of Woodward's patients, fick, and fore, I puke, I nauseate,-yet he thrufts in more: 145 150 those which the Imitator employs. And the reason is, because the fatire does not turn upon the odio fnefs of painting; in which case the terms of a painted wall had given force to the expreffion; but upon the frequency of it, which required only the fimple name, |