And get, by speaking truth of monarchs dead, What few can of the living, ease and bread.' ‘Lord, sir, a mere mechanic! strangely low, And coarse of phrase; your English all are so : How elegant your Frenchmen!- Mine, d' ye mean? I have but one; I hope the fellow's clean.' 'O, sir, politely so! nay, let me die, Your only wearing is your Padua-soy.' Not, sir, my only; I have better still, And this you see is but my deshabille 110 115 Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke, He pass'd it o'er ; affects an easy smile 125 He hears; and as a still with simples in it, Mere household trash, of birthnights, balls, and shows, 130 More than ten Holinsheds, or Halls, or Stowes. When the queen frown'd or smiled he knows; and what A subtle minister may make of that: Who sins with whom: who got his pension rug, Or quicken'd a reversion by a drug : РОРЕ. 11. U 135 Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, Who loveth whores He knows who hath sold his land, and who doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge Shells to transport; shortly boys shall not play At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay Toll to some courtier; and wiser than all us, He knows what lady is not painted. Thus He with home meats cloyes me: I belch, spue, spit, Look pale and sickly, like a patient, yet He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since The Spaniards came to the loss of Amyens. Like a big wife, at sight of loathed meat, He, like a priviledged spie, whom nothing can I, more amazed than Circe's prisoners, when They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four; Who, having lost his credit, pawn'd his rent, 140 145 Who in the secret, deals in stocks secure, 151 As one of Woodward's patients, sick and sore, I puke, I nauseate ;-yet he thrusts in more; Trims Europe's balance, tops the statesman's part, And talks gazettes and post-boys o'er by heart. 155 Becoming traytor, and methought I saw And says, 'Sir, can you spare me?' I said, Nay, sir, can you spare me a crown?' Thank- Gave it as ransom; but as fiddlers, still, Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will he) Ran from thence with such, or more haste than one Who fears more actions, doth haste from prison. Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise 170 175 180 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 Fannius' self more impudently near, When half his nose is in his prince's ear. I quaked 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! O, 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 pursued the amusing theme, Till fancy color'd it, and form'd a dream. A vision hermits can to hell transport, And forced ev'n me to see the damn'd at court. Not Dante, dreaming all the infernal state, Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate. 185 190 192 Not Dante dreaming. The boldness of the early Italian and French writers is sometimes surprising it is not less surprising that this boldness should have escaped with impunity under the powerful and violent sovereigns of the time. Dante openly calls the popedom the great harlot of the Apocalypse, (Inferno, canto 19) and declares Hugo Capet the son of a butcher, and the root of an evil plant, from which no good fruit could come.' Rabelais holds up to the wildest ridicule Francis I., Henry II., and Charles V. |