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SATIRES OF DONNE.

265 In love's, in nature's spite, the siege they hold, Language, which Boreas might to Auster hold 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 denjes
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 starres 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-tt--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 he sweats and labours at the laws,
Out-usure Jews, or Irishmen out-swear;

Takes God to witness he affects your cause,
Wieked 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; From wicked Waters ev'n to godly * *
Of whose strange crimes no canonist can tell Not more of simony beneath black gowns,
In what 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 imbrothel'd 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 judge; 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 him ; 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, from Mount to Dover strand.
Oi Coscus, only, breeds my just offenoe,

And spying heirs inelting with luxury,
Whoin time (which rots all, and inakes botches pox, Satan will not joy at tbeir sins as he;
And plodding on, must make a calf an ox) For (as a thrifty wench scrapes kitchen-stuffe,
Hath made a lawyer; which (alas) of late; And barrelling the dropings and the snuffo
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 chear)
Like netsor lime twigs wheresoe'er he goes Piecemeal he gets lanus, and spends as mucha
His tittle of barrister on every wench,

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

Words, words which would tear In parchment thea, large as the fields he draws The tender labyrinth of a maid's soft ear:

Assurances, big as gloss'd civil laws,

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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 ť admire, or be admir'd;

So Luther thought the pater-noster long, I hop'd for no commission from his grace; When doom'd to say his beads and even-song; I bought no bencfice, 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 But, 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 formd 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
tombs ;

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 ofience; 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 what you are!"
SATIRE IV,

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-nòsters, saying as a fryer

Yet went to court ; but as Glare which did go Each day his beads : but havi 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 deht, As controverters in vouch'd texts, leave out [doubt As vajn, 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 landlorrls troops and almes? 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 sare been slain, 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.

cry,

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

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The suit, jf 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 poor 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, Pill 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 sce and should be seen, A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs, The king would smile on you-at least the queen." The whole artillery of the terins of war,

“ Ah, gentle sir! you courtiers so cajole usAnd (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar; But 'Tully las 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 bis pictures last, be full display'd, Make Scots speak treason, cozen subtlest whores, Few are the converts Aretine has made; With royal favourites in fattory 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 merit such a rod ?

Squeaks like a bigh-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 from 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 inonarchs 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 meenanic! 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 Frenchmen !” “ Mine, d'ye "Why yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass ; I have but one; I hope the fellow's clean." (mean? Good coinmon linguists, and so Panurge was;

“ Oh! sir, politely so! nay, 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-taflaty ; apd 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 travaild, 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,
Made of th'accents, and best phrase of all these,

To Babel's bricklayers, sure the tower had stood.".

He adds, If of court life you knew the good, He speaks one language. If strange meats displease, You would leave loneless." i said, “ Not alone Art can deceive, or hinger force iny tast;

My loneless is; but Spartanes fashion
But pedants motiy tongue, soldiers boinbast,
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

No more can princes courts (though there be few Me to hear this; yet I must be content

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

[sir,

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

'Tis sweet to talk of kings." “ At Westminster,” 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.

Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God, From king to king, and all their kin can walk : How have I sinn'd, that thy wrath's furious rou, 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 oue, 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

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Wild to get loose, his patience I provoke, Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat
Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke. Ready to cast, I yawn, I sigh, and sweat.
But as coarse iron, sharpen'd, mangles more, Then as a licens'd spy, whom nothing can
And itch most hurts when anger'd to a sore;

Silence or hurt, he libels every man ;
So when you plague a fool, 'tis still the curse, Swears every place entaild for years to come,
You only make the matter worse and worse. In sure succession to the day of doom :
He past it o'er; affects an easy smile

He names the price for every office paid, At all my peevishness, and turns his style. And says our wars thrive ill, becanse delay'd; He asks, “What news ?” I tell him of new plays, Nay hints, 'tis by contrivance the court, New eunuchs, harlequins, and operas.

That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port. He hears, and as a still with simples in it,

Not more amazement seis'd on Circe's guests, Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute, To see themselves fall headlong into beasts, Loth to enrich me with too quick replies,

Than mine to find a subject stay'd and wise
By little, and by little, drops his lies. (shows, Already half turn'd traitor by surprise.
Mere houshold trash! of birthnights, balls, and I felt th' infection slide from him to me;
More than ten Hollinsheds, or Halls, or Stowes, As in the pox, some give it to get free;
When the queen frown'd, or smild, he knows; and And quick to swallow me, methought I saw
A subtle minister may make of that: (what One of our giant statues ope its jaw.
Who sins with whom : who got his pension rug, In that nice moment, as another lie
Or quicken'd a reversion by a drug:

Stood just a-tilt, the minister came by.
Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four, To him he flies, and bows, and bows again,
And whether to a bishop, or a whore :

Then, close as Umbra, joins the dirty train.
Who, having lost his credit, pawn'd his rent, Not Fannius' self more impudently near,
Is therefore fit to have a government:

When half his nose is in his prince's ear.
Who, in the secret, deals in stocks secure, I quak'd at heart; and, still afraid to see
And cheats th' unknowing widow and the poor : All the court fill'd with stranger things than he,
Who makes a trust of charity a job,

Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail,
And gets an act of parliament to rob :

And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.
Why turnpikes rise, and now no cit nor clown
Can gratis see the country, or the town:

Like a big wife, at sight of loathed meat,
Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole,

Ready to travail : so I sigh, and sweat But some excising courtier will have toll.

To hear this makaron talk : in vain, for yet,
He tells what strumpet places sells for life, Either my humour, or his own to fit,
What 'squire his lands, what citizen his wife: He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can
At last (which proves him wiser still than all) Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man.
What lady's face is not a whited wall.

He names the price of every office paid ;
As one of Woodward's patients, sick, and sore, He saith our wars thrive ill, because delaid :
I puke, I nauseate, yet he thrusts in more : That offices are intail'd, and that there are
Trims Europe's balance, tops the stateman's part, Perpetuities of them, lasting as far
And talks gazettes and postboys o'er by heart. As the last day; and that great officers

Do with the Spaniards share, and Dunkirkers. Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron ground I more amaz'd than Circe's prisoners, when Into an edge, hurts worse : So, I (fool) found, They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness,

Becoming traytor, and methought I saw He to another key his style doth dress;

One of our giant statues ope its jay And asks what news; I tell him of new playes, To suck me in for hearing him : I found He takes my hand, and as a still, which stayes That as burnt venemous leachers do grow sound A sembrief 'twixt each drop, be niggardly, By giving others their sores, I might grow As loth to enrich me, so tells many a ly.

Guilty, and be free: Therefore I did show More than ten Hollensheds, or Halls, or Stows, All signs of loathing ; but since I am in, Of trivial houshold trash, he knows : he knows I must pay mine, and my forefathers sin When the queen frown'd or smil'd; and he knows To the last farthing. Therefore to my power A subtle statesman may gather of that: (what Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but th' hower He knows who loves whom; and who by poison Of mercy was now come: he tries to bring Hasts to an officer's reversion;

Me to pay a fine to 'scape a torturing, Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes; And says, “ Sir, can you spare me?” I said, Who loveth whores

Willingly;" He knows, who hath sold his land, and now doth beg Nay, sir, can you spare me a crown?” ThankA licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge

fully I Shells to transport;

Gave it, as ransom ; but as fidlers, still, shortly boys shall not play Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will At span-counter, or blow.point, but shall ray Thrust one more jigg upon you : so did he Toll to some courtier; and wiser than all us. With his long complimental thanks vex me. He knows what lady is not painted. Thus

But he is gone, thanks to his needy want, He with home meats cloys me. I belch, «pue, spit, And the prerogative of my crown ; scant Look pale and sickly, like a patient, yet

His thanks were ended, when I (which did see He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, All the court fill'd with inore strange things than lie) To say Gallo Belgicus without book,

Ran from thence with such, or more haste than Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since

one The Spaniards came to th’ loss of Amyens. Who fears more actions, doth hast from prison

Bear me, some god! oh quickly bear me hence, And why not players strut in courtiers clothes ? To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of Sense; For these are actors too, as well as those : Where Contemplation prunes her ruffed wings, Wants reach all states : they beg but better drest, And the free soul looks down to pity kings! And all is splendid poverty at best. There sober thought pursued th' amusing theme, Painted for sight, and essenc'd for the smell, Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'd a dream. Like frigates fraught with spice and cochinell, A vision hermits can to Hell transport,

Sail in the ladies : how each pirate eyes And forc'd ev'n me to see the damn'd at court. So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize! Not Dante, dreaming all th' infernal state, Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim, Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate. He boarding her, she striking sail to him: [hit!” Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free ; “Dear countess ! you have charms all hearts to Suits tyrants, plunderers, but suits not me: And "Sweet sir Fopling! you have so much wit !” Shall I, the terror of this sinful town,

Such wits and beauties are not prais'J for nought, Care, if a livery'd lord or smile or frown?

For both the beauty and the wit are bought. Who cannot fatter, and detest who can,

'Twould burst even Heraclitus with the spleen, Tremble before a noble serving-man?

To see those anticks, Fopling and Courtin : O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee The presence seems, with things so richly odd, For huffing, braggart, puft nobility?

The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pa-god. Thou, who since yesterday hast rollid o'er all See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,

Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools !
Hast thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier sort, Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw
'Then such as swell this bladder of a court ? Those venjal sins, an atom, or a straw :
Now pox on those who show a court in wax! But oh! what terrors must distract the soul
It ought to bring all courtiers on their backs: Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole;
Such painted puppets ! such a varnish'd race Or should one pound of powder less bespread
Of hollow gewgaws, only dress and face!

Those monkey-tails that wag behind their head! Such waxen noses, stately staring things

Thus finishd, and corrected to a hair, No wonder some folks bow, and think them kings. They march, to prate their hour before the fair.

Sec! where the British youth, engag'd no more, So first to preach a white-glov'd chaplain goes, At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore, With band of lily, and with cheek of rose, Pay their last duty to the court, and come Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim, All fresh and fragrant, to the drawing roon; Neatness itself impertinent in him. In hues as gay, and odours as divine,

Let but the ladies smile, and they are blest : As the fair fields they sold to look so fine.

Prodigious! how the things protest, protest ! “ That's velret for a king !” the flatterer swears; Peace, fools, or Gonson will for papists seize you, 'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be king Lear's. If once he catch you at your Jesu! Jesu ! Our court may justly to our stage give rules, That helps it both to fool's-coats and to fools. At stage, as courts: all are players. Whoe'er looks

(For themselves dare not go) o'er Cheapside books, At home in wholesome solitariness

Shall find their wardrobes inventory. Now My piteous soul began the wretchedness

The ladies come. As pirates (which do know Of suitors at court to mourn, and a trance That there came weak ships fraught with cutchanel) Like his, who dreamt he saw Hell, did advance The men board them: and praise (as they think) Itself o'er me ; such men as he saw there

well, I saw at court, and worse and more. Low fear Their beauties; they the mens wits; both are bought. Becomes the guilty, not the accuser : Then Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought Shall I, none's slave, of highborn or rais'd men This cause, these men, mens wits for speeches buy, Fear frowns : an my mistress Truth, betray thee And women buy all red which scarlets dye. For the huffing, bragart, puft nobility ?

He callid her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net : No, no, thou which since yesterday hast been She tears her drugs ill lay'd, her hair loose seta Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen, Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine O Sun, in all thy journey, vanity,

From hat to shoe, hiinself at door refine, Such as swells the bladder of our court? I As if the presence were a mosque; and lift Think he which made your waxen garden, and His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift, Transported it from Italy, to stand

Making them confess not only mortal With us, at London, Norts our courtiers; for Great stains and holes in them, but venial Just such gay painted things, which no sap, nor Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate: Taste have in them, ours are; and natural

And then by Durer's rules survey the state Some of the stocks are; their fruits bastard all. Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries

'Tis ten a clock and past; all whom the Mues, Of his neck to his ler, and waste to thighs. Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews

So in immarulate clothes and symmetry
Had all the morning held, now the second

Perfect as circles, with such nicety
Time inaile ready, that day, in flocks are found As a young preacher at his first time goes
In the presence, and I (God pardon me)

To preach, he enters, and a lady wbich owes
As fresh and sweet their apparels be, as be Hiin not so much as good-will, he arrests,
Turir fills they sold to buy them. For a king And unto her protests, protests, protests,
Thos: huse are, cry the flatterers : and bring so much as at Rome would serve to have thrown
Them next week to the theatre to sell.

Ten cardinals into the Inquisition ; Wants reach all states : me seems they do as And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a well

Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away