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I felt th' infection Nide from him to me,
As in the pox, some give it to get free;
And quick to swallow me, methought I saw
One of our Giant Statutes ope its jaw.

In that nice Moment, as another Lye
Stood just a-tilt, the Minister came by.
To him he flies, and bows, and bows again,
Then, close as Umbra, joins the dirty train,
Not Fannius' self more impudently near',
When half his nose is in his Prince's ear.


I quak'd

Becoming Traytor, and methought I saw,
One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw
To fuck me in for hearing him : I found
That as burnt venemous Leachers do

By giving others their fores, I might grow
Guilty, and he free : Therefore I did show
All signs of loathing; but since I am in,
I must pay mine, and my forefathers sin
To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but th' hower
Of mercy now was come; he tries to bring
Me to pay a fine to 'scape a torturing,
And says, Sir, çan you (parę me-? I said, Willingly;
Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crown? Thankfully I
Gave it, as ransom ; but as fidlers, ftill,
Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
Thrust one inore jigg upon you ; fo did he
With his long complimental thanks vex me.



I quak'd at heart; and, still afraid to see
All the Court flld with stranger things than he,
Ran out as fast as one that


his bail, And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.

Bear me, some God! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of Sense: 185 Where Contemplation pranes her ruffled wings, And the free foul looks down to pity Kings! There sober thought pursued th' amusing theme, Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'd a Dream. A Vision hermits can to Hell transport,

190 And forc'd ey'n me to see the damn'd at Court. Not Dante, dreaming all th' infernal state, Beheld such scenes of envy, fin, and hate. Bafe Fear becomes the guilty, not the free; Suits Tyrants, Plunderers, but suits not me : 195


But he is gone, thanks to his needy want,
And the Prerogative of my Crown ; scant
His thanks were ended, when I (which did see
All the Court filled with more strange things than he).
Ran from thence with such, or more hafte than one
Who fears more actions, doth haft from prison.

At home in wholesome folitariness
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


Shall I, the Terror of this finful town,
Care, if a livery'd Lord or smile or frown!
Who cannot flatter, and deteft who can,
Tremble before a noble Serving-man?
O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility ?
Thou, who fince yesterday hast rollid o'er all
The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,
Hast thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier sort,
Than such as fwell this bladder of a court ?
Now pox on those who show a Court in wax!
It ought to bring all Courtiers on their backs :
Such painted puppets ! such a varnish'd race
Of hollow gewgaws, only dress and face !



Becomes the guilty, not the accuser : Then,
Shall I, none's Nave, of highborn or rais'd men
Fear frowns : and my mistress Truth, betray thee
For thhuffing, bragart, poft nobility?
No, no, thou which since yesterday haft been,
Almost about the whole world, haft thou seen, -
O fun, 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
Taste have in them, ours are ; and natural
Some of the stocks are ; their fruits bastard all.


Such waxen noses, ftately ftaring things-
No wonder fome folks bow, and think them Kings.

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 fold to look fo fine.
That's Velvet for a King !" the flatterer (wears ;
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear’s.
Our Court may justly to our stage give rules,
That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools.
And why not players ftrut in courtiers clothes ?
For these are actors too, as well as those :
Wants reach all states : they beg but hetter drest,
And all is splendid poverty at best.

225 Painted


'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 At stage, as courts; all are players. Whoe'er looks (For themselves-dare not go) o'er Cheapfide books,

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

He boarding her, the striking fail to him :
“ Dear Countess! you have charms all hearts to hit!"
And “ Sweet Sir Fopling! you have so much wit !"
Such wits and beauties are not prais d for nought,
For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235
'Twould burst even Heraclitus with the spleen,
To see those anticks, Fopling and Courtin :
The Presence seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pa-god.
See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240
Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools !


Shall find their wardrobes inventory. Now
The Ladies come.

As pirates (which do know
That there came weak ships fraught with Cutchanel)
The men board them : and praise (as they think) well,
Their beauties; they the mens wits; both are bought,
Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought
This cause, These men, mens 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.
Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine
From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,

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