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See! where the British youth, engag'd no more At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, Pay their last duty to the court, and come All fresh and fragrant to the drawing room,

215 In hues as gay, and odours as divine, As the fair fields they sold to look so fine. That's velvet for a king ! the flatt'rer swears; 'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's. Our coyrt may justly to our stage give rules, 220 That helps it both to fools'-coats and to fools. And why not players strut in courtiers' clothes ? For these are actors too as well as those. Wants reach all states: they beg but better drest, And all is splendid poverty at best.


'Tis ten a-clock, and past; all whom the meuse,
Baloun, 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
The fields they sold to buy them. For a king
Those hose are, cries the flatt'rer; and bring
Them next week to the theatre to sell.
Wants reach all states. Meseems they do as well
At stage as court. All are players; whoe'er looks
(For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books,


Painted for sight, and essenc'd for the smell,
Like frigates fraught with spice and cochineal,
Sail in the ladies : how each pirate eyes
So weak a vessel and so rich a prize!
Top-gallant he and she in all her trim,

He boarding her, she striking sail to him.
Dear Countess ! you have charms all hearts to hit!
And, sweet Sir Foppling! you have so much wit!
Such wits and beauties are not praìs'd for nought,
For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235
'Twould hurst e'en Heraclitus with the spleen
To see those anticks, Foppling and Courtin:
The presence seems, with things so richly oda,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pagod.

Shall find their wardrobe's inventory. Now
The ladies coine. As pirates, which do know
That there come weak ships fraught with cochineal,
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 reds which scarlets dye.
He call’d her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net :
She fears her drugs ill laid, her hair loose set.
Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
From hat to shoe himself at door refine,

See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240
Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools!
Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw:
But, oh! what terrors must distract the soul
Convicted of that mortal crime....a hole ? 245
Or should one pound of powder less bespread
Those monkey tails that wag behind their head;
Thus finish'd, and corrected to a hair,
They march, to prate their hour before the fair.
So first to preach a white-glov'd chaplain goes, 250
With band of lily, and with cheek of rose,
Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim,
Neatness itself impertinent in him.

As if the presence were a Moschite; and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his cloaths 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 odd tries
Of his neck to his legs, and waist to thighs.
So in immaculate cloaths and symmetry
Perfect as circles, with such nicety
As a young preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady, which owes


Let but the ladies smile and they are blest : Prodigious! how the things protest, protest. 255 Peace, fools ! or Gonson will for Papists seize you, If once he catch you at your Jesu! Jesu !

Nature made ev'ry fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another. But here's the captain that will plague them both, Whose air cries arm! whose ev'ry look an oath. The captain's honest, Sirs, and that's enough, Tho' his soul's bullet, and his body buff: He spits fore right; his haughty chest before, Like batt'ring-rams, beats open ev'ry door; 265

Him not so much as good-will, he arrests,
And unto her protests, protests, protests;
So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown
Ten cardinals into the Inquisition,
And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a
Pursuivant would have ravish'd him away
For saying of our Lady's psalter. But 'tis fit
That they each other plague; they merit it.
But here comes Glorious, that will plague them both,
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelessness good fashion ;
Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on,
He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm
To him; he rushes in, as if arm! arm!

And with a face as red, and as awry,
As Herod's hang-dogs in old tapestry,
Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Has yet a strange ambition to look worse;
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe, 270
Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like Law.

Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so
As men from gaols to execution go ;
For hung with deadly sins I see the wall,
And lin’d with giants deadlier than all :

Each man an Askapart, of strength to toss,
For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-cross.
Scar'd at the grisly forms, I sweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er, like a discover'd spy. 279

He meant to cry; and tho' his face be as ill
As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, still
He strives to look worse: he keeps all in awe,
Jests like a licens'd fool, commands like Law.
Tir’d, now, I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men from gaols to execution go ;
Go thro' the great chamber, (why is it hung
With the seven deadly sins?) being among
Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
Charing-cross for a bar, men that do know
No token of worth but Queen's man and fine
Living, barrels of beef and flagons of wine.

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