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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 with home meats cloyes me. I belch, spue, spit,
Look pale and sickly, like a patient, yet
He thrusts on more, and as he had undertook,
To say Gallo-Belgicus without book,
Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since
The Spaniards came to th’ loss of Amyens.
Like a big wife, at sight of loathed meat,
Ready to travail : so I sigh, and sweat
To hear this makaron talk : in vain, for yet,

my humour, or his own to fit,
He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can
Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man.
He names the price of ev'ry office paid ;
He saith our wars thrive ill because delaid ;
That offices are intail'd, and that there are
Perpetuities of them, lasting as far

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Whose place is quarter'd out, three parts in four,
And whether to a bishop or a whore :
Who, having lost his credit, pawn’d his rent,
Is therefore fit to have a government :
Who in the secret, deals in stocks


140 And cheats th' unknowing widow and the poor : Who makes a trust of charity a job, And gets an act of parliament to rob : Why turnpikes rise, and now no cit nor clown. Can gratis see the country, or the town: 145 Shortly no lad shall chuck, or lady vole, But some excising courtier will have toll. He tells what strumpet places sells for life, What 'squire his lands, what citizen his wife : 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 : Trims Europe's balance, tops the stateman's part, And talks gazettes and post-boys o'er by heart. 155 Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat Ready to cast, I yawn, I sigh, and sweat. Then as a licens'd spy, whom nothing can Silence or hurt, he libels the great man ; Swears ev'ry place entail'd for years to come,

160 In sure succession to the day of doom: He names the price for ev'ry office paid, And says our wars thrive ill, because delay'd:

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I must pay

As the last day ; and that great officers
Do with the Spaniards share, and Dunkirkers.

I more amaz'd than Circe's prisoners, when
They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then
Becoming traytor, and methought I saw
One of our giant statues ope his jaw,
To suck me in for hearing him : I found
That as burnt venomous leachers do grow sound
By giving others their sores, I might grow
Guilty, and he free: therefore I did show
All signs of loathing ; but since I am in,

mine, and


forefathers' sin
To the last farthing. Therefore to my power
Toughly and stubbornly I bear; but th' hower

mercy now was come : 'he tries to bring
Me to pay a fine, to 'scape a torturing.
And says, Sir, can you spare me--? I said, Willingly;
Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crown? Thankfully I
Gave it, as ransom ; but as fidlers, still,
Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
Thrust one more jig upon you : so did he
With his long complimented thanks vex me.
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 fill'd with more strange things than he)
Ran from thence with such, or more haste than one
Who fears more actions, doth haste from prison.


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Nay hints, 'tis by connivance of the court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port. 165
Not more amazement seiz'd on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject stay'd and wise
Already half turn'd traytor by surprize.
I felt th’ infection slide 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 statues ope its jaw.

In that nice moment, as another lie 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 at heart ; and still afraid, to see 180 All the court fill'd 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 prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There sober thought pursu'd th' amusing theme, Till fancy colour'd it, and form'd a dream. A vision hermits can to hell transport,

190 And forc'd ev'n me to see the damn'd at court.


At home in wholesome solitariness My piteous soul began the wretchedness Of suitors at court to mourn, and a trance Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did adva ice Itself o'er me : such men as he saw there I saw at court, and worse and more. Low. fear Becomes the guilty, not th' accuser : Then, Shall I, none's slave, of high-born or rais’d men Fear frowns; and my mistress Truth, betray thee For th' huffing, bragart, puft nobility ? No, no, thou which since yesterday hast been Almost about the whole world, hast thou seen, O Sun, 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 Tast have in them, ours are ; and natural Some of the stocks are ; their fruits bastard all.

'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


* A show of the Italian garden in war-work, in the time of King James the First.

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