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At home in wholesome solitariness My piteous soul began the wretchedness Of suitors at court to mourn, and a trance Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance Itself o'er me: such men as he saw there I saw at court, and worse and more. Low fear Becomes the guilty, not the accuser : then, Shall I, none's slave, of high-born or raised men Fear frowns; and my mistress Truth, betray
thee For the huffing, bragart, puft nobility ? No, no, thou which since yesterday hast been Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen, O sun, in all thy journey, vanity, Such as swells the bladder of our court? I Think he which made your 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 Tast have in them, ours are; and natural Some of the stocks are; their fruits bastard all.
"Tis ten a clock and past; all whom the mues, Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews Had all the morning held, now the second Time made ready, that day, in flocks are found In the presence, and I, God pardon me ! As fresh and sweet their apparels be, as be Their fields they sold to buy them. For a king Those hose are, cry the flatterers; and bring Them next week to the theatre to sell. Wants reach all states : me seems they do as well
* A show of the Italian garden in wax-work, in the time of king James I.--Pope.
Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free;
See! where the British youth, engaged no more
206 Court in war. A famous show of the court of France in wax-work.
213 At Fig's, at White's. White's was a noted gaming-house; Fig's, a prize-fighter's academy, where the young nobility received instruction in those days : it was also customary for the nobility and gentry to visit the condemned criminals in Newgate.-Pope.
At stage, as courts; all are players. Whoe'er
looks (For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books, Shall find their wardrobes’ inventory. Now The ladies come. As pirates, which do know That there came weak ships fraught with cut
chanel, The men board them; and praise, as they think,
well, Their beauties; they the men's wits; both are
bought. Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought This cause ;--these men, men’s wits for speeches
buy, And women buy all red which scarlets dye. He call’d her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net : She fears her drugs ill-lay'd, her hair loose set. Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine From hat to shoe, himself at door refine, As if the presence were a mosque; and lift His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift; Making them confess not only mortal Great stains and holes in them, but venial Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate: And then by Durer's rules survey the state Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs. So in immaculate clothes, and symmetry Perfect as circles, with such nicety
Our court may justly to our stage give rules, 220
hit!' And sweet sir Fopling, you have so much wit!' Such wits and beauties are not praised for naught, For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235 'Twould burst ev'n Heraclitus with the spleen, To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin: The presence seems, with things so richly odd, The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pagod. See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, Of all beau-kind the best-proportion'd fools ! 241 Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw Those venial sins, an atom or a straw: But, 0! what terrors must distract the soul, Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole;
220 To our stage give rules. By the act for licensing plays. Lord Chesterfield opposed this act, observing keenly, at the end of his speech, ‘My lords, wit is the property of those who have it; and very often the only property they have. Luckily, my lords, we are otherwise provided for.'—Warton.
As a young preacher at his first time goes
Tyred, now I leave this place, and but pleased
As men from gaols to execution go,