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Not Dante dreaming all th' infernal state
Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.
Base fear becomes the guilty, not the free ;
Suits tyrants, plunderers, but suits not me:

Shall I, the terror of this sinful town,
Care, if a liv'ry'd lord or smile or frown?
Who cannot Aatter, and detest who can,
Tremble before a noble serving-man?
O my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puff'd nobility ?
Thou, who since yesterday hast rollid o'er all
The busy, idle blockheads of the ball,
Hast thou, oh Sun! beheld an emptier sort,
Than such as swell this bladder of a court ?

205 Now рох

on those who shew a court in wax ! It ought to bring all courtiers on their backs: Such painted puppets ! such a varnish'd race Of hollow gew-gaws, only dress and face! Such waxen noses, stately staring thingsNo wonder some folks bow, and think them kings.

See! where the British youth, engag'd no more At Fig's, at White's, with felons, or a whore,



VER. 206. Court in wax!] A famous shew of the court of France in wax work.

VER.213. At Figs', at White's,] White's was a noted gaming. house: Fig's, a prize-fighter's academy, where the young nobility received instruction in those days: It was also customary for the nobility and genty to visit the condenin'd criminals in Newgate.

Their fields they sold to buy them. For a king
Those hose are, cry

the flatterers; and bring Them next week to the theatre to sell. Wants reach all states : me seems they do as well At stage, as courts ; all are players. Whoe'er looks (For themselves dare not go) o’er Cheapside books, Shall find their wardrobes inventory. Now The ladies come.

As pirates (which do know That there came weak ships fraught with cutchanel) The men board them; and praise (as they think) well, Their beauties; they the mens wits; both are bought. Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy, And women buy all red which scarlets dye. He call'd her beauty lime-twigs, her hair net : She fears her drugs ill-lay'd, her hair loose set. Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine From hat to shoe, himself at door refine, As if the Presence were a mosque : and lift His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift, Making them confess not only mortal Great stains and holes in them, but venial Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate ; And then by Durer's rules survey the state


Ver. 220. our stage gire rules,] Alluding to the authority of the Lord Chamberlain.

Pay their last duty to the court, and come
All fresh and fragrant to the drawing-room ; 215
In hues as gay, and odours as divine,
As the fair fields they sold to look so fine.
« That's velvet for a King !” the flatt'rer swears ;
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
Our court may justly to our stage give rules, 229
That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools.
And why not players strut in courtier's clothes ?
For these are actors too, as well as those :
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest,
And all is splendid poverty at best.

Painted for sight, and essenc'd for the smell,
Like frigates fraught with spice and cochine'l,
Sail in the ladies : how each pyrate eyes
So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize!
Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,

230 He boarding her, she striking sail to him: Dear Countess ! you have charms all hearts to hit !” And “ Sweet Sir Fopling ! you have so much wit!” Such wits and beauties are not prais'd for nought, For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235 Twould burst ev’n Heraclitus with the spleen, To see those anticks, Fopling and Courtin : The Presence seems, with things so richly odd, The mosque

of Mahound, or some queer Pa-god. See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240 Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools !


Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
Of his neck to his leg, and waste to thighs.
So in immaculate clothes, and symmetry
Perfect as circles, with such nicety
As a young preacher at his first time goes
To preach, he enters, and a lady which owes
Him not so much as good-will, he arrests,
And unto her protests, protests, protests,
So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown
Ten cardinals into the Inquisition ;
And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a
Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away
For saying our Lady's Psalter. But 'tis fit
That they each other plague, they merit it.
But here comes Glorious that will plague them both,
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelessness, good fashion :
Whose cloak his spurs tear, or whom he spits on,
He cares not, he. His ill words do no harm
To him ; he rushes in, as if Arm, arm,
He meant to cry; and though his face be as ill
As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, still


VER. 256. or Gonson] Sir John Gonson, the famous police yigistrate

Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw
Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw ;
But oh! what terrors must distract the soul
Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole ;

Or should one pound of powder less bespread
Those monkey-tails that wag behind their head.
Thus finish’d, and corrected to a hair,
They march, to prate their hour before the fair.
So first to preach a white-glov'd chaplain goes, 250
With band of lily, and with cheek of rose,
Sweeter than Sharon, in immac'late trim,
Neatness itself impertinent in him.
Let but the ladies smile, and they are blest :
Prodigious! how the things protest, protest :

255 Peace, fools, or Gonson will for Papists seize you, If once he catch you at your Jesu! Jesu!

Nature made ev'ry fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.

259 But here's the captain that will plague them both, Whose air cries Arm! whose

look's an oath : The captain's honest, Sirs, and that's enough, Tho' his soul's bullet, and his body buff. He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before, Like batt'ring rams, beats open ev'ry door: 265 And with a face as red, and as awry, As Herod's hang-dogs in old tapestry, Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse, Has yet a strange ambition to look worse ; VOL. III.




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