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There fober thought pursu'd th' amufing theme,
Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'd a Dream.
A Vifion hermits can to Hell transport,

And forc'd ev'n me to fee the damn'd at Court.
Not Dante dreaming all th' infernal state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, fin, and hate,
Base Fear becomes the guilty, not the free;
Suits Tyrants, Plunderers, but suits not me:

195 Shall I, the Terror of this finful town, Care, if a liv'ry'd Lord or smile or frown? Who cannot flatter, and detest who can, Tremble before a noble Serving-man?

my fair mistress, Truth! shall I quit thee 200 For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility ? Thou, who fince yesterday haft rolld o'er all The busy, idle blockheads of the ball, Hast thou, oh Sun beheld an emptier fort, Than such as swell this bladder of a court ? 205 Now pox 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 !

Notes. Ver. 188. There sober thought] These two lines are remarkable for the delicacy and propriety of the expresfion.

Ver. 194. Base Fear] These four admirable lines become the high office he had assumed, and so nobly suftained.

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 ftews 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 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 fhips fraught with Cutchanel) The men board them; and praise (as they think) well,


e That is, of wood.

VER. 206. Court in wax!] A famous show of the Court of France, in Wax-work. P.

Ver. 213. At Fig's, at White's,] White's was a noted



Such waxen noses, stately staring things
No 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,
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 fo 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 juftly to our stage give rules,
That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools.
And why not players ftrut in courtiers cloaths ?
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 fight, 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, the striking fail to him :

Vores. gaming-house: Fig's, a Prize fighter's Academy, where the young Nobility receiv'd instruction in those days: It was also customary for the nobility and gentry to visic the condemned criminals in Newgate. P.

VER. 220. our stage give rules,] Alluding to the Chamberlain's Authority,

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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 e.
Would not Heraclitus laugh to fee Macrine
From hat to shoe, himself at door refine,
As if the Presence were a Mosch: and lift
His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to fhrift,
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
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,

di. e. Arrive to worship and magistracy. The reafon
he gives is, that those who have wit are forced to tell their
stock, initead of trading with it. This thought, tho' not
amiss, our Poet has not paraphrased. It is obscurely ex-
pressed, and possibly it efcaped him.


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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
Twou'd 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's fools !
Adjust their cloaths, and to confession draw
Those venial fins, 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,
With band of Lilly, and with cheek of Rose,

eie. Conscious that both her complexion and her hair
are borrowed, she suspects that, when, in the common
cant of flatterers, he calls her beauty lime-t:wigs, and her
hair a net to catch lovers, he means to infinuate that her
colours are coarsely laid on, and her borrowed hair loolely

f Because all the lines drawn from the centre to the circunference are equal.

VER. 240. Durer's rules,] Albert Durer.

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