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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 things-- 210
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 fold to look so fine. to 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, 220, That helps it both to fools-coats and to fools. And why not players strut in courtiers cloaths? For these are actors too, as well as those : Wants reach all states; they beg but better drez, And all is splendid poverty at best.. 22 5

NOTES: ing-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 visit the condemned criminals in Newgate.

Р. VER. 220. our stage give rules;] Alluding to the Chambers lain's Authority. . Vol. IV.

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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 cameweak ships fraught withCutchanel) 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 gownsd, 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 . Wouldn't 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 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 furvey the state

NOTES. 4 i. e. Arrive to worship and magistracy. The reason he gives is, that those who have wit are forced to sell their stock, inftead of trading with it. This thought, tho' not amiss, our Poet has not paraplıraled. It is obscurely expressed, and poffibly it escaped him.

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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 the in all heř trim, 230 He boarding her, she striking fail 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 '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-goda See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, 240 Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools! Adjust their cloaths, and to confession draw Those venial fins, an atom, or a straw;

NOTES borrowed, she suspects that, when, in the common cant of 9a -terers, he calls her beauty lime-twigs, and her hair a net to catch lovers, he means to insinuate that her colours are coarsely laid on, and her borrowed hair loosely woven.

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

Of his each limb, and with strings the odds tries
'Of his neck to his lég, and waste to thighs.
So in immaculate clothes, and Symmetry
Perfect as Circles“, with fuch 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 Inquistion ;
And whispers by Jefu so oft, that a
Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away
For saying our Lady's Pfalter. But 'tis fit
That they each other plague, they merit it.
But here comes Glorious that will plague them bothy
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelesnefs, 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

But oh! what terrors must distract the soul
Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole 245
Or should one found of powder less befpread
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 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 bleft:
Prodigious! how the things protest, proteft: 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.
But here's the Captain that will plague them both,
Whose air cries Arm! whose very 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,