Thus other talents having nicely shown, I make no question but the tow'r had stood. 66 80 Obliging Sir! for courts you sure were made: "Why then for ever bury'd in the shade? 85 "Spirits like you, should see and should be seen, "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: No lessons now are taught the Spartan way: 95 100 At this entranc'd, he lifts his hands and eyes, Squeaks like a high-stretch'd lutestring, and replies; "Oh, 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things "To gaze on princes, and to talk of kings!" Then, happy man who shows the tombs! said I, He dwells amidst the royal family; He ev'ry day, from king to king can walk, IC5 VOL. III. B B "Lord, Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, Who loveth whores. He knows who hath sold his land, and who doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge Shells to transport; shortly boys shall not play He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since The Spaniards came to th' loss of Amyens. He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can As "Lord, Sir, a mere mechanic! strangely low, "And coarse of phrase,-your English all are so. "How elegant your Frenchmen?" Mine, d'ye mean? I have but one, I hope the fellow's clean. "Oh! Sir, politely so! nay, let me die, "Your only wearing is your Padua-soy." Not, Sir, my only, I have better still, And this you see is but my dishabilleWild to get loose, his patience I provoke, Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke. But as coarse iron, sharpen'd, mangles more, And itch most hurts when anger'd to a sore; So when you plague a fool, 'tis still the curse, You only make the matter worse and worse. He past it o'er; affects an easy smile At all my peevishness, and turns his style. 115 120 He asks, "What news?" I tell him of new plays, New eunuchs, harlequins, and operas. 125 He hears, and as a still with simples in it, Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute, 129 By little, and by little, drops his lies. Mere houshold trash! of birth-nights, balls, and shows, Who sins with whom: who got his pension rug, BB 2 135 Whose Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes, Who loveth whores He knows who hath sold his land, and who doth beg A licence, old iron, boots, shoes, and egge Shells to transport ; shortly boys shall not play At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay Toll to some courtier; and wiser than all us, He knows what lady is not painted. Thus He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook, Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since The Spaniards came to th' loss of Amyens. He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can As Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four, Who, having lost his credit, pawn'd his rent, Is therefore fit to have a government : Who in the secret, deals in stocks secure, And gets an act of parliament to rob : Why turnpikes rise, and now no cit nor clown 140 143 And last (which proves him wiser still than all) 150 What lady's face is not a whited wall. As one of Woodward's patients, sick, and sore, I puke, I nauseate,-yet he thrusts in more: Then as a licens'd spy, whom nothing can says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd: 160 |