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Therefore I suffer'd this; towards me did run A thing more ftrange, than on Nile's flime the Sun E'er bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came: A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name: Stranger than seven Antiquaries ftudies, Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
Stranger than ftrangers: one who, for a Dane,
Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been
See it plain rash a while, then nought at all.
And only knoweth what to all States belongs,
Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came
Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain,
Such was the wight: Th'apparel on his back, Tho' coarse, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black: The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess, Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Befs, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! Our fons fhall fee it leisurely decay,
First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
This thing has travel'd, fpeaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry ftate to do;
Of whose best phrafe and courtly accent join'd,
Art can deceive, or hunger force my taft;
With his tongue, in his tongue call'd Complement:
Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, How have I finn'd, that thy wrath's furious Rod, This fellow, chufeth me! He faith, Sir, I love your Judgment, whom do you prefer For the best Linguift? and I feelily Said that I thought Calepines Dictionary. but of men, moft fweet Sir? Beza then, Nay, Some Jesuits, and two reverend men Of our two academies I nam'd: here He ftopt me, and faid, Nay your Apostles were
Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Motteux I knew, 50
And (all thofe plagues in one) the bawling Bar: 55
He fpies me out; I whisper, Gracious God! What fin of mine could merit fuch a rod ? That all the fhot of dulnefs now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! Permit (he cries) no ftranger to your fame To crave your sentiment if -'s your name. What Speech esteem you most?" The King's, faid I.” But the best words?" O Sir, the Dictionary." You miss my aim; I mean the most acute And perfect Speaker?" Onflow, past dispute." But, Sir, of writers? "Swift, for clofer ftyle, "But Ho**y for a period of a mile.". Why yes, 'tis granted, thefe indeed may pass: Good common linguifts, and fo Panurge was; Nay troth th'Apoftles (tho' perhaps too rough). Had once a pretty gift of Tongues enough:
Good pretty Linguifts; fo Panurgus was,
He like to a high-stretcht Lute-string squeaks, O
"Tis fweet to talk of Kings. At Westminster,