A verier monster than on Afric's shore The sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore, Or Sloane or Woodward's wondrous shelves contain, Nay, all that lying travellers can feign. The watch would hardly let him pass at noon, 31 At night would swear him dropp'd out of the moon : One whom the mob, when next we find or make A Popish plot, shall for a Jesuit take, 35 And the wise justice, starting from his chair, 40 Stranger than seven antiquaries' studies, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, but 't was now (so much ground was seen) But mere tufftaffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away. 45 This thing has travell'd, speaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry state to do; Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join'd Talkers I've learn'd to bear; Motteux I knew, 50 And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar: 55 Become tufftaffety; and our children shall A tongue that can cheat widows, cancel scores, Make Scots speak treason, cozen subtlest whores, With royal favourites in flatt'ry vie, And Oldmixon and Burnet both outlie. 60 65 He spies me out; I whisper, gracious God! What sin of mine could merit such a rod? That all the shot of Dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me! Permit, he cries, no stranger to your fame, To crave your sentiment, if * * * *'s your name. What speech esteem you most? The King's, said I. But the best words ?.....O, Sir, the Dictionary. You miss my aim; I mean the most acute, And perfect speaker....Onslow, past dispute. Me to hear this; yet I must be content 70 With his tongue, in his tongue called complement; In which he can win widows, and pay scores, Make men speak treason, cozen subtlest whores, Outflatter favourites, or outlie either Jovius or Surius, or both together. He names me, and comes to me: I whisper, God! I love your judgment; whom do you prefer Said, that I thought Calepine's Dictionary. But, Sir, of writers? Swift for closer style, Why, yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass; He came by sure transition to his own; Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able, Nay, but of men? most sweet Sir! Beza, then, Of our two academies, I nam'd. Here He stopt me, and said; Nay, your Apostles were Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass To Babel's bricklayers, sure the Tow'r had stood. 75 80 85 Obliging Sir! for courts you sure were made, The King would smile on you....at least the Queen. Ah, gentle Sir! you courtiers so cajole us........ 90 But Tully has it, Nunquam minus solus : .95 No lessons now are taught the Spartan way. To gaze on princes, and to talk of kings! Then happy man who shows the tombs! said I; You would leave loneness. I said, not alone 100 He, like to a high-stretch'd lutestring squeakt, O, Sir! 'Tis sweet to talk of kings! At Westminster, |