PANDER.
M kept for pleasure, though I never taste it.
For 'tis the ufher's office, ftill to cover His lady's private meetings with her
Marfton's Infatiate Countess. 1. At best 'tis but a goodly pandarism. 2. Shrewd business. Thou child in thrift, thou fool of honesty; Is't a difparagement for a gentleman, For friends of lower rank to do the offices Of neceffary kindness without fee For one another; courtefies of course, Mirths of fociety; when petty mushrooms,
Tranfplanted from their dunghills, fpread on mountains, And pafs for cedars, by their fervile flatteries
great mens vices ?. -pander-th'art deceiv'd, The word includes preferment,'tis a title Of dignity, I could add somewhat more else. Thy beauteous fifter like a precious tiffue, VOL. III.
Not fhap'd into a garment fit for wearing, Wants the adornments of the workman's cunning To fet the richness of the price at view;
Though in her felf all wonder.
John Ford's Fancy chaft and noble.
The fquire of dames, devoted to the service Of gamefome ladies; the hidden mystery Difcover'd, their clofe bawd: thy flavish breath Fanning the fires of luft; the goe-between This female, and that wanton fir: your art Can blind a jealous husband, and difguis'd Like a milliner, or fhoemaker, convey A letter in a pantoofle, or glove
Without fufpicion; nay, at his table,
In a cafe of pick-tooths: you inftruct 'em how To parley with their eyes, and make the temple A mart of loofenefs. To difcover all
Thy fubtile brokages, were to teach in publick Thofe private practices, which are in justice Severely to be punish'd.
Malinger's Emperor of the Eaf.
Pimps manage the great bus'nefs o'th' nation, That is the heav'nly work of propagation!
Crown's Sir Courtly Nice.
PARASIT E.
Ah, when the means are gone, that buy this praife, The breath is gone whereof this praife is made! Feaft-won, faft-loft: one cloud of winter-fhow'rs 'Thefe flies are couch'd.
2. The fwallow follows not
Summer more willingly, than we your lordship. 1. Nor more willingly leaves winter: fuch fummerBirds are men.
May you a better feaft never behold,
You knot of mouth friends: fmoke, and luke-warm water Is your perfection, This is Timon's laft;
Who ftuck and fpangled you with flatteries, Washes it off, and fprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long; Moft fmiling, fmooth, detefted parafites;
Courteous deftroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time-flies, Cap-and-knee flaves, vapors, and minute-jacks; Of man and beaft the infinite malady
Is a moft precious thing, drop'd from above; Not bred 'mongst clods and clod-polls here on earth. I mufe, the mystery was not made a fcience, It is fo lib'rally profeft! almost
All the wife world is little elfe in nature, But parafites, or fub-parafites. And, yet, I mean not thofe that have your bare town-art, To know who's fit to feed them; have no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for mens ears, to bait that fenfe; or get Kitchen-invention, and fome ftale receipts To pleafe the belly, and the groin; nor those With their court dog-tricks, that can fawn and fleer, Make their revenue out of legs and faces; Eccho my lord, and lick away a moth: But your fine elegant rafcal, that can rife, And ftoop, almoft together; like an arrow Shoot through the air as nimbly as a ftar: Turn fhort, as doth a fwallow; and be here, And there; and here, and yonder, all at once; Prefent to any humour, all occafion;
And change a vizor, fwifter than a thought! This is the creature had the art born with him; Toils not to learn it, but doth practice it Out of moft excellent nature and fuch fparks Are the true parafites, others but their zanies.
'Tis true, that fway'd by ftrong neceffity, I am enforc'd to eat my careful bread, With too much obfequy; 'tis true, befide, That I am fain to fpin my own poor raiment, Out of my mere obfervance, b'ing not born To a free fortune: but that I have done Base offices, in rending friends asunder; Dividing families; betraying councils; Whifp'ring falfe lies, or mining men with praise ; Train'd their credulities with perjuries; Corrupted chastity; or am in love
With mine own tender ease, but would not rather Prove the most rugged and laborious course, That might redeem my prefent eftimation; Let me here perifh, in all hope of goodness."
Johnson's Volpone. A taffell that hangs at my purfe ftrings; he dogs Me, and I give him fcraps, and pay for his Ordinary, feed him; he liquors himself In the juice of my bounty; and when he Hath fuck'd up ftrength of fpirit, he squeafeth It in my own face when I have refin'd And fharpned his wits with good food, he cuts My fingers, and breaks jefts upon me; I bear them, and beat him.
Twice faying pardon, doth not pardon twain; But makes one pardon ftrong.
The word is fhort, but not fo fhort as fweet; No word like pardon, for kings mouths fo meet.
Shakespear's K. Richard II,
The higher those great powers have rais'd you, Prefs that which lies below, with gentler weight: To pardon miferies is fortune's height.
When I call to mem'ry our long friendship, Methinks it cannot be too great a wrong,
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