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Yet a poor gentleman; all these may pass
He adds, “If of court life you knew the good,
O sir, 'Tis sweet to talk of kings.'—At Westminster,' Said I, the man that keeps the abbey-tombs, And for his price, doth with whoever comes Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk, From king to king, and all their kin can walk : Your ears shall hear naught but kings; your eyes
meet Kings only: the way to it is King's-street.'
Nay, troth, the apostles, though perhaps too
rough, Had once a pretty gift of tongues' enough: Yet these were all poor gentlemen! I dare Affirm, 'twas travel made them what they were.'
Thus others' talents having nicely shown, 80 He came by sure transition to his own; Till I cried 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 tower had stood. 85 • Obliging sir! for courts you sure were made : Why then for ever buried in the shade? 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 : And as for courts, forgive me, if I say No lessons now are taught the Spartan way: Though in his pictures lust be full display'd, Few are the converts Aretine has made; 95 And though the court show vice exceeding clear, None should, by my advice, learn virtue there.' At this entranced, he lifts his hands and
eyes ; Squeaks like a high-stretch'd lutestring, and re
plies ;0, 'tis the sweetest of all earthly things 100 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 every day from king to king can walk ; Of all our Harries, all our Edwards talk; 105
He smack’d, and cried, “He's base, mechanique,
coarse, So are all your Englishmen in their discourse. Are not your Frenchmen neat ?'— Mine, as you
I have but one, sir, look, he follows me.' • Certes, they are neatly cloathed. I of this mind
am;Your only wearing is your grogaram.' * Not so, sir, I have more. Under this pitch He would not fly; I chaff’d him: but as itch Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron ground Into an edge, hurts worse; so I (fool) found, Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness, He to another key his style doth dress; And asks what news: I tell him of new playes ; He takes my hand, and as a still, which stayes A sembrief 'twixt each drop, he niggardly, As loth to inrich me, so tells many a ly; More than ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stows, Of trivial household trash : he knows, he knows When the queen frown'd or smiled; and he knows
what A subtle statesman may gather of that; He knows who loves whom; and who by poison Hasts to an office's reversion;
And get, by speaking truth of monarchs dead,
He pass'd it o'er ; affects an easy smile At all my peevishness, and turns his style. He asks, “What news ?' I tell him of new plays, New eunuchs, harlequins, and operas. He hears; and as a still with simples in it, Between each drop it gives, stays half a minute, Loath to enrich me with too quick replies, By little and by little drops his lies : Mere household trash, of birthnights, balls, and
shows, More than ten Holinsheds, or Halls, or Stowes. When the queen frown'd or smiled 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:
Who wastes in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes,
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 the 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 priviledged spie, whom nothing can Discredit, libels now 'gainst each great man. He names the price of every office paid ; He saith our wars thrive ill because delaid; That offices are intaild, and that there are Perpetuities of them, lasting as far As the last day; and that great officers Do with the Spaniards share, and Dunkirkers.
I, more amazed than Circe's prisoners, when They felt themselves turn beasts, felt myself then