Thus other talents having nicely shown,
He came by sure transition to his own:
Till I cry'd out, You prove yourself so able,
Pity! you was not druggerman at Babel;
For had they found a linguist half so good,

I make no question but the tow'r had stood.

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Obliging Sir! for courts you sure were made:

"Why then for ever bury'd in the shade?

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"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

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But Tully has it, Nunquam minus solus:
And as for courts, forgive me, if I say

No lessons now are taught the Spartan way:
Tho' in his pictures lust be full display'd,
Few are the converts Aretine has made;
And tho' the court show vice exceeding clear,
None should, by my advice, learn virtue there.

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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,
Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk,
And get by speaking truth of monarchs dead,
What few can of the living, ease and bread.

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"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
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,
Either
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

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.

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He asks, "What news?" I tell him of new plays, New eunuchs, harlequins, and operas.

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He hears, and as a still with simples in it,

Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute,
Loth to enrich me with too quick replies,

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By little, and by little, drops his lies.

Mere houshold trash! of birth-nights, balls, and shows,
More than ten Hollinsheads, or Halls, or Stows.
When the Queen frown'd, or smil'd, he knows; and what
A subtle minister may make of that:

Who sins with whom: who got his pension rug,
Or quicken'd a reversion by a drug:

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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 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,
Either
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

As

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 secure,
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:
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:

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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,
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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