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That from a patriot of distinguish'd note,

Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Have bled and purg'd me to a simple vote.” Lords of fat E’sham, or of Lincoln-fon,

"Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my fate: Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat ; Wisdom (curse on it) will come soon or late. Buy every pullet they afford to eat. There is a time when poets will grow dull:

Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school :

Half that the Devil o'erlooks from Lincoln-town. To rules of poetry no more contin'd,

The laws of God, as well as of the land, I'll learn to smooth and harmonize my mind, Abhor a perpetuity should stand: Teach every thought within its bounds to roll, Estates have wings, and hang in Fortune's power And keep the equal measure of the soul.

2 Loose on the point of every wavering hour, 2 Soon as I enter at my country door,

Ready, by force, or of your own accord, My mind resumes the thread it dropp'd before ; By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. Thoughts which at Hyde.park corner I forgot,

Man? and for ever? wretch! what wouldst thou Meet and rejoin me, in the pensive grot.

Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave. [have? There all alone, and compliments apart,

All vast possessions, (just the same the case
I ask these sober questions of my heart. (crave, | Whether you call them villa, park or chase)

If, when the more you drink, the more you | Alas, my Bathurst! what will they avail ?
You tell the doctor; when the more yon have, Join Cotswood's hills to Saperton's fair dale,
The more you want, why not with equal ease Let rising granaries and temples here,
Confess as well your folly, as disease?

There mingled farms and pyramids appear, The heart resolves this matter in a trice,

Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, “Men only feel the smart, but not the vice." Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!

* When golden angels cease to cure the evil, Inexorable Death shall level all, You give all royal witchcraft to the Devil: And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall. When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place *Gold, silver, ivory, vases sculptur'd high, Indue a peer with honour, truth, and grace; Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, Look in that breast, most dirty dean! be fair, There are who have not-and thank Heaven there Say, can you find out one such lodger there?

are, Yet still, not herding what your heart can teach, Who if they have not, think not worth their care. You go to church to hear these fatterers preach. * Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find

Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,

Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one The wisest man might blush, I must agice,

Ploughs, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun; If D*** lov'd sixpence, more than he.

The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, 5 If there be truth in law, and use can give All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines : A property, that's yours on which you live. Why one like Bu— with pay and scorn content, Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford

Bows and votes on, in court and parliament; Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord : (he, driven by strong benevolence of soul, Alló Worldly's tens, nay, partridge, sold to town, Shall Ay like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole : His venison too, a guinea makes your own: Is known alone to that Directing Power, He bought at thousands, what'with better wit Who forms the genius in the natal hour; You purchase as you want, and bit by bit; That God of Nature, who, within us still, Now, or long since, what difference will be found ? Inclines our action, not constrains our will ; You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

Various of temper, as of face or frame,

Each individual; his great end the saine.
Niinirum sapere est abjectis utile nugis,
Et tempestivum pueris concedere ludum;

Aut etiam supra, nummorum millibus emtum.
* Ac non verba sequi fidibus modulanda Latinis, Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an olim?
Sed veræ numerosque modosque ediscere vitæ. Emptor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi,
Quocirca mecum loquor hæc, tacitusque recordor : Emtum oænat olus, quamvis aliter putat; emtis

? Si tibi nulla sitim finiret copia lymphæ, Sub noctem gelidam lignis calefactat ahenum. Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parasti, Sed vocat usque suum, qua populus adsita certis Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes ?

Limitibus vicina refigit jurgia : tanquam [ræ, * Si vulnus tibi monstrata radlice vel herba, ? Sit proprium cuiquam, puncto quod mobilis hoNon fieret levius, fuyeres radice vel herba

Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc sorte suProficiente nihil curarier : audieras, cui

prema, Rem Di donarint, ille decedere pravam

Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura. Stultitiam ; et, cum sis nihilo sapientior, ex quo Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur usus, et hæres Plenjor es, tainen uteris monitoribus isdem? Heredem alterius, velut unda supervenit undam:

At si divitiæ prudentem reddere possent, Quid vici prosunt, aut horrea ? quidve Calabris Si cupidum timidumque minus te : nempe ruberes, Saltibus adjecti Lucani; si metit Orcus Viveret in terris, te si quis avarior uno. [est, Grandia cum parvis. non exorabilis auro? • Si proprium est, quod quis libra mercatus et ære Gemmas, marmor, ebur, Tyrrhena sigilla, taQuædam (si credis consultis) mancipat usus : Argentum, vestes Gætulo murice tinctas, (bellas, Qui te pascit ager, tuus est; et villicus Orbi, Sunt qui non habeant; est qui non curat habere, Cum segetes occat tibi mox frumenta daturus, * Cur alter fratrum cessare, et ludere, et ungi Te dominum sentit.

Præferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter das nummos; accipis uvam, Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Pullos, ova, cadum, temeti: nempe modo isto Silvestrem fammis et ferro mitiget agrum : Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortasse trecentis, Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat astrum :





? Yes, sir, how small soever be my heap,

Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.

Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage: My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, A man so poor would live without a place : Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please. But sure no statute in his favous says, How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days: I who at some times spend, at others spare, Divided between carelessness and care. 'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store; Another, not to heed to treasure more:

SATIRES OF DR. JOHN DONNE, Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day,

DEAN OF ST. PAULS, And pleas'd, if sorrid want be far away.

2 What is't to ine (a passenger God wot) Whether my vessel be first-rate or not?

Quid vetat et nosmet Lucili scripta legentes The ship itself may make a better figure; But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger:

Quærere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit

Versiculos natura magis factos, et euntes I neither strut with every favouring breath,

Mollius ?

Hor. Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth. In power, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd Behind the foremost, and before the last.

SATIRE II. “ ' But why all this of avarice? I have none." I wish you joy, sir, of a tyrant gone!

Yes; thank my stars! as early as I knew But dots no other lord it at this hour,

This town, I had the sense to hate it too : As wild and mad? the avarice of power?

Yet here, as ev'n in Hell, there must be still Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appall ?

One giant-vice, so excellently ill, Not the black fear of death that saddens all ?

That all beside, one pities, not abhors : With terrours round, can Reason bold her throne,

As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores. Despise the known nor tremble at th' unknown?

I grant that poetry's a crying sin; Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,

It brought (no doubt) th’excise and army in : In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire?

Catch'd like the plague, or love, the Lord knows Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind,

But that the cure is starving, all allow. (how, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind?

Yet like the papist's, is the poet's state, Has life no sourness, drawn so near its end ;

Poor and disarm'd, and hardly worth your hate! Canst thou endure a foe, forgive a friend ?

Here a lean bard, whose wit could never give Has age but melted the rough parts away,

Himself a dinner, makes an actor live : As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay?

The thief condemnd, in law already dead, Or will you think, my friend, your business done,

So prompts, and saves a rogue who cannot read. When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one

Thus as the pipes of some carv'd organ move, * Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;

The gilded puppets dance and mount above. You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your Heav'd by the breath th' inspiring bellows blow:

Th' inspiring belloss lie and pant below.

One sings the fair : but songs no longer move;

No rat is rhymd to death, nor maid to love :
Naturæ Deus humanæ, mortalis in unum. -
Quodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater. Tempus abire tibi est: ne potum largins æquo

Utar, et ex modico, quantum res poscet, acervo Rideat, et pulset lasciva decentius ætas.
Tollam: nec metuam, quid de me judicet hæres,
Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem

Scire volam, quantum simplex hilarisque nepoti
Discrepet, et quantum discordet parrus avaro. Sir; though (I thank God for it) I do hate
Distat enim, spargas tua prodigus, an neque sum- Perfectly all this town: yet there's one state
Invitus facias, nec plura parare labores; (tum. In all ill things, so excellently best, (rest.
Ac potius, puer ut festis Quinquatribus olim, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the
Exiguo gratoque fruaris tempore raptim.

Though poetry, indeed, be such a sin, *Pauperies immunda domûs procul absit: ego, utrum As I think, that brings dearth and Spaniards in : Nave ferar magna an parva, ferar unus et idem. Though like the pestilence and old-fashion'd love, Non agimur tumidis velis Aquilone secundo: Ridlingly it catch men,

and doth reinove Non tamen adversis ætatem ducimus Austris. Nerer, ull it be starv'd out; yet their state Viribus, ingenio, specie, virtute, loco, re, Is poor, disarm’d, like papists, not worth hate. Extrenii primorum, extremis usque priores.

One (like a wretch, which at barre judg'd as dead, * Non es avarus : abi. quid ? cætera jam simul | Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot read Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani [isto | And saves his life) gives ideot acters means Ambitione ? caret mortis formidine et ira?

(Starving himself) to live hy 's labour'd scenes. Somnja, terrores magicos, miracula, sa gas,

As in some organs puppits conce above, Nocturnos lemures, portentaque The-sala rides? And bellows pant below, which them do more. Natales grate numeras ? ignoscis amicis ?

One would move love by rhyines; but witchcraft's Lenior et melior fis accedente senecta?

charms Quid te extrema levat spinis de pluribus una? Bring not now their old fears, nor their old harms; * Vivere si recte nescis, decerle peritis.

Rams and slings now are silly battery, Lusisti satis, edisti satis, atquc bibisti:

Pistelets are the best artillery.

fill :

In love's, in nature's spite, the siege they hold, Language, which Boreas might to Auster hola And scorn the flesh, the devil, and all but gold. More rough than forty Germans when they scold.

These write to lords, some mean reward to get, Curs'd be the wretch, so venal and so vain : As needy beggars sing at doors for meat.

Paltry and proud, as drabs in Drury-lane. Those write because all write, and so have still

'Tis such a bounty as was never known, Excuse for writing, and for writing ill.

If Peter deigns to help you to your own: Wretched indeed! but far more wretched yet What thanks, what praise, if Peter but supplies ! Is he who makes his meal on others wit :

And what a solemn face, if he denies ! "Tis chang'd, no doubt, from what it was before ; Grave, as when prisoners shake the head and swear His rank digestion makes it wit no more:

'Twas only suretyship that brought them there. Sense, past through him, no longer is the same; His office keeps your parchment fates entire, For food digested takes another name.

He starves with cold to save them from the fire; I pass o'er all those confessors and martyrs, For you he walks the streets through rain or dust, Who live like S-t-n, or who die like Chartres, For not in chariots Peter puts his trust; Out-cant old Esdras, or out-drink his heir,

For you be sweats and labours at the laws, Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-swear ;

Takes God to witness he affects your cause,
Wicked as pages, who in early years

And lies to every lord in every thing,
Act sins which Prisca's confessor scarce hears. Like a king's favourite or like a king.
Ev'n those I pardon, for whose sinful sake These are the talents that adorn them all,
Schoolmen new tenements in Hell must make; Proin wicked Waters ev'n to godly * *
Of whose strange crimes no canonist can tell Not more of simony beneath black gowns,
In wbat commandment's large contents they dwell. Not more of bastardy in heirs to crowns.

One, one man only breeds my just offence; In shillings and in pence at first they deal;
Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave impu- And steal so little, few perceive they steal';
Time, that at last matures a clap to pox, [dence: Till, like the sea, they compass all the land,
Whose gentle progress makes a calf an ox,

From Scots to Wight, from Mount to Dover strand : And brings all natural events to pass,

And when rank widows purchase luscious nights, Hath made him an attorney of an ass.

Or when a duke to Jansen punts at White's, No young divine, new-benefic'd, can be

Or city heir in mortgage melts away; More pert, more proud, more positive, than he.

Satan himself feels far less joy than they. What further could I wish the fop to do,

Piecemeal they win this acre first, then that, But turn a wit, and scribble verses too?

Glean on, and gather up the whole estate. Pierce the soft labyrinth of a lady's ear

Then strongly fencing ill-got wealth by law, With rhymes of this per cent, and that per year? Indentures, covenants, articles they draw Or court a wife, spread out his wily parts,

Large as the fields themselves, and larger far Like nets or lime-twigs, for rich widows' hearts;

Than civil codes, with all their glosses, are ;
Call himself barrister to every wench,
And woo in language of the Pleas and Bench?

More, more than ten Sclavonians scolding, more

Than when winds in our ruin'd abbeys roar. And they who write to lords, rewards to get, Then sick with poetry, and possest with Muse Are they not like singers at doors for meat ? Thou wast, and mad I hop'd; but men which And they who write, because all write, have still

chuse That 'scuse for writing, and for writing ill. Law practice for mere gain : bold soul repute But he is worst, who beggarly doth chaw

Worse than imbrotheld strumpets prostitute. Other wits fruits, and in his ravenous maw

Now like an owl-like watchman he must walk, Rankly digested, doth those things out-spue,

His hand still at a bill ; now he must talk As his own things; and they're his own, 'tis true, Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will swear, For if one eat my meat, though it be known That only suretiship had brought them there, The meat was mine, the excrement's his own. And to every suitor lye in every thing, But these do me no harm, nor they which use, Like a king's favourite

or like a king. to out-usure Jews,

Like a wedge in a block, wring to the barre, To out-drink the sea, tout-swear the letanie, Bearing like asses, and more shameless farre Who with sins all kinds as familiar be

Than carted whores, lye to the grave julgc ; for As confessors, and for whose sinful sake

Bastardy abounds not in king's titles, nor Schoolmen new tenements in Hell must make; Simony and sodomy in churchmen's lives, Whose strange sins canonists could hardly tell As these things do in hinı ; by these he thrives. In which comman:Iment's large receit they dwell. Shortly (as th' sea) he'll compass all the land,

Bat these punish themselves. The insolence From Scots to Wight, froin Mount to Dover strand Of Coscus, only, breeris my just offence,

And spying heirs melting with luxury, Whoin time (which rots all, and makes botches pox, Satan will not joy at their sins as he; And plodding on, must make a calf an ox) For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen stuffo, Hath niadle a lawyer; which (alas) of late; And barrelling the dropings and the suffe But scarce a poet : jollier of this state,

Of wasting candles, which in thirty year, Than are new-benefic'd ministers, he throws Reliquely kept, perchance buys wedding cheer) Like nets or lime twigs wheresoe'er he goes Piecemeal he gets lands, and spends as much His tittle of barrister on every wench,

time And woocs in language of the Pleas and Bench. ** Wringing each acre, as maids pulling prime.

Words, worils which would tear In parchment then, large as the fields he draws The tender labyrinth of a maid's soft ear: Assurances, big as gloss'd civil laws,

So vast, our new divines, we must confess, I die in charity with fool and knave,
Are fathers of the church for writing less.

Secure of peace at least beyond the grave.
But let them write for you, each rogue impairs I've had my purgatory here betimes,
The deeds, and dexterously omits, ses heires : And paid for all my satires, all my rhymes.
No commentator can more slily pass

The poet's Hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames, Over a learn’d, unintelligible place :

To this were trifles, toys, and empty names Or, in quotation, shrewd divines leave out

With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, Those words that would against them clear the doubt. Nor the rain itch t admire, or be admir'd;

So Luther thought the pater-noster long, I hop'd fur no commission from his grace; When doom'd to say his beads and even-song; I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place: But having cast his cowl, and left those laws, Had no new verses, nor new suit to show ; Adds to Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause. Yet went to court !-the Devil would have it so,

The lands are bought; but where are to be found Bui, as the fool that in reforming days Those ancient woods, that shaded all the ground? Would go to mass in jest (as story says) We see no new-built palaces aspire,

Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd, No kitchens emulate the vestal fire.

Since 'twas no form'd design of serving God;
Where are those troops of poor, that throng'd of yore So was I punish'd, as if full as proud,
The good old landlord's hospitable door?

As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
Well, I could wish, that still in lordly domes As deep in debt, without a thought to pay,
Some beasts were killed, though not whole heta- As vain, as idle, and as false, as they

Who live at court, for going once that way! That both extremes were banish'd from their walls, Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bacchanals;

A thing which Adam had been pos'd to name; And all mankind might that just mean observe, Noah had refus'd it lodging in his ark, In which none e'er could surfeit, none could starve. Where all the race of reptiles might embark : These as good works, 'tis true, we all allow, A verier monster, than on Afric's shore But oh! these works are not in fashion now : The Sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore, Like rich old wardrobes, things extremely rare, Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain, Extremely fine, but what no man will wear. Nay, all that lying travellers can feign.

Thus much I've said, I trust, without offence; The watch would hardly let him pass at noon, Let no court sycophant pervert my sense,

At night would swear him dropp'd out of the Moon. Nor sly informer watch these words to draw One, whom the mob, when next we find or make Within the reach of treason, or the law.

A popish plot, shall for a Jesuit take,
And the wise justice starting from his chair

Cry, “By your priesthood tell me wbat you are ?"

Such was the wight: th' apparel on his back, Well, if it be my time to quit the stage,

Though coarse, was reverend, and though bare, was Adieu to all the follies of the age !

black: So huge that men (in our times forwardness)

A purgatory, such as fear'd Hell is Are fathers of the church for writing less

A recreation, and scant map of this. These he writes not; nor for these written payes, My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Therefore spares no length (as in those first dayes Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen, When Luther was profest, he did desire

I had no suit there, nor new suit to show, Short pater-nosters, saying as a fryer

Yet went to court; but as Glare wbich did go Each day his beads : but having left those laws,

To mass in jest, catch'd, was fain to disburse Adds to Christ's prayer, the power and glory clause) Two hundred markes which is the statutes curse, But when he sells or changes land, h'impaires Before he scap'd; so it pleas'd my destiny The writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out ses heires, (Guilty of my sin of going) to think me As slily as any commentator goes by

As prone to all ill, and of good as forgetHard words, or sense ; or, in divinity

ful, as proud, lustfull, and as much in delt, As controverters in vouch'd texts, leave out (doubt As vain, as witless, and as false, as they Shrewd words, which might against them clear the Which dwell in court, for once going that way. Where are these spread woods which cloth'd Therefore I suffer'd this; towards me did run heretofore

A thing more strange, than ou Nile's slime the Sun Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within door

E'er bred, or all which into Noah's ark came : Where the old landlords troops and almos? In halls A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name : Carthusian fasts, and fulsome bachanals

Stranger than seven antiquaries studies, Equally I hate. Means blest. In rich men's homes Than Africk monsters, Guianaes rarities, I bid kill some beasts, but no hecatombs;

Stranger than strangers : one who, for a Dane, None starve, none surfeit so. But (oh) we allow

In the Danes massacre had sure been slajn, Good works as good, but out of fashion now, If he had liv'd then ; and without help dies, Like old rich wardrobes. But my words none draws

When next the prentices 'gainst strangers rise ; Within the vast reach of th' huge statutes jawes. One, whom the watch at noon lets scarce go by;

One, to whom th' examining justice sure would SATIRE IV.


“ Sir, by your priesthood, tell me what you are ?" Well; I may nov receive, and die. My sin His clothes were strange, though coarse, and Iudeed is great ; but yet I have been in

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The suit, if by the fashion one might guess, Nay troth th’apostles (though perhaps too rough)
Was velvet in the youth of good queen Bess, Had once a pretty gift of tongues enough :
But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd;

Yet these were all pour gentlemen! I dare
So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd; Affirm, 'twas travel made them what they were."
Our sons shall see it leisurely decay,

Thus, others' talents having nicely shown, First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away. He came by sure transition to his own :

This thing has travell’d, and speaks language too, Till I cry'd out, “You prove yourself so able, And knows what's fit for every state to do ; Pity! you was not Druggerman at Babel ; Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd, For had they found a linguist half so good, He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd.

I make no question but the tower had stood.” Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Morteux I knew, “ Obliging sir! for courts you sure were made : Henley himself I've heard, and Budgel too. Why then for ever bury'd in the shade? The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues Spirits like you, should see and should be seen, A pedant makes, the storin of Gonsou's lungs, The king would smile on you—at least the queen.” The whole artillery of the terms of war,

“Ah, gentle sir! you courtiers so cajole us And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar; But Tully has it, Nunquam minus solus : These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil, And as for courts, forgive me if I say Whose tongue will compliment you to the Devil. No lessons now are taught the Spartan way : A tongue, that can cheat widows, cancel scores, Though in his pictures lust be full display'd, Make Scots speak treason, cozen subtlest whores, Few are the converts Aretine has made; With royal favourites in Aattery vie,

And though the court show vice exceeding clear And Oldmixon and Burnet both outlie.

None should, by my advice, learn virtue there.” He spies me out; I whisper, gracious God! At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes, What sin of mine could mcrit such a rod ?

Squeaks like a high-stretch'd lutestring, and replies; That all the shot of dulness now must be

“Oh, 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! To gaze on princes, and to talk of kings !'' “ Permit” (he cries)" no stranger to your fame Then, happy man who shows the tombs !” said I, To crave your sentiment, if 's your name. “ He dwells amidst the royal family ; * What speech esteem you most ;" * The king's," He every day froin king to king can walk, said I.

Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk; “But the best words?”—“O sir, the dictionary.” And get, by speaking truth of monarchs dead, * You miss my aim ! I mean the most acute What few can of the living, ease and bread.” And perfect speaker ?”—“Onslow, past dispute." “Lord, sir, a mere mecnanic! strangely low, “But, sir, of writers?” “ Swift for closer style, And coarse of phrase,--your English all are so. But Hoadly for a period of a mile."

How elegant your Frenchinen!”

“ Mine, d'ye " Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass ; I have but one; I hope the fellow's clean.” (mean? Good common linguists, and so Panurge was; “ Oh! sir, politely so! my, let me die,

Your only wearing is your paduasoy."

“ Not, sir, my only, I have better still, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, hut 'twas now, (so much ground was seen)

And this you see is but my dishabille"-
Become tuff-taffaty; and our children shall

By travail. Then, as if he would have sold
See it plain rash a while, then nought at all.
The thing hath travail'd, and faith, speaks all that I was fain to say,

His tongue, he prais'd it, and such wonders told,

If you had liv’d, sir, tongues,

Time enough to have been interpreter And only knoweth what to all states belongs,

To Babel's bricklayers, sure the tower had stood." Made of th'accents, and best phrase of all these, He speaks one language. If strange meats (lisplease, you would leave loneless.” I said, “Not alone

He adds, “ If of court life you knew the good, Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast;

My loneless is; but Spartanes fashion
But pedants motly tongue, soldiers bombast,
Mountebanks drug-tongue, nor the terms of law,

To teach by painting drunkards doth not last

Now, Aretine's pictures have made few chaste; Are strong enough preparatives to draw Me to hear this; yet I must be content

No more can princes courts (though there be few

Better pictures of vice) teach me virtue." With his tongue, in his tongue call'd complement :


He like to a high-strecht lutestring squcaks,“ 0 In which he can win widows, and pay scores,

'Tis sweet to talk of kings." “ At Westininster," Make men speak treason, couzen subtlest whores, Said I, “the man that keeps the abbey-tombs, Outflatter favourites, or outlie either

And for his price, doth with whoever comes Jovius, or Surius, or both together. He names ine, and comes to me; I whisper, God, Prom king to king, and all their kin can walk :

Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, How have I sinn'd, that thy wrath's furious rod,

Your ears shall hear nought but kings; your eyes This fellow, chuseth me! he saith, “ Sir,

Kings only : the way to it is King-street.” (meet I love your judgment, whom do you prefer

He smack’d, and cry'd. “He's base, mechanique, For the best linguist?" and I seelily

coarse, Said that I thought Calepines dictionary.

So are all your Englishmen in their discourse. Nay, but of men, most sweet sir :” Beza then,

Are not your Frenchmen neat?” “Mine, as you see, Some Jesuits, and two reverend men

I have but one, sir, look, he follows me." Of our two academies I uam'd. Here

“Certes they are neatly cloath'd. Iof this mind am, He stopt me, and said, Nay your apostles were

Your only wearing is your grogram." Good pretty linguists ; so Panurgus was.

Not so, sir, I have more." Under this pitch Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass

He would not fly; I chaff'd him : but as itch

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