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S A T I R E IV.
ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin-
yet I have been in
My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath been Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen, I had no suit there, nor new fuit to show, Yet went to Court; but as Glare which did go To.Mass in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse Two hundred markes, which is the Statutes cursex Before he fcap'd ; so it pleas'd my destiny (Guilty of my fin of going) to think me As prone to all ill, and of good as forgetfull, as proud, luftfull, and as much in debt, As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.
VER. 13. Nor tbe vain itch i' admire, or be admir'd;] Courtiers have the same pride in admiring, that Poets have in being admir'd. For Vanity is as often gratified in paying our court to our fuperiors, as in receiving it from our inferiors..
SA TIRE IV.
ELL, if it be my time to quit the stage,
Adieu to all the follies of the age !
Therefore I suffer'd this; towards me did run A thing more strange, than on Nile's slime the Sun E'er bred, or all which into Noah's Ark came : A thing which would have pos’d Adam to name : Stranger than feyen Antiquaries studies, Than Africk Monsters, Guianaes rarities, Stranger than strangers : one who, for a Dane, In the Danes Massacre had fure been sain, If he had liv’d then ; and without help dies, When next the Prentices 'gainst strangers rise ; One whom the watch at noon lets scarce go by ; One, to whom the examining Justice sure would cry, Şir, by your Priefhood tell me what you are ? His cloaths were strange, tho' coarse, and black,
though bare, Sleeveless his jerkin was, and it had been Velvet, but 'twas now (so much ground was seen) Become Tufftaffaty; and our children shall See it plain rash a while, then nought at all. The thing hath travail'd, and, faith, speaks all
tongues, And only knoweth what to all States belongs, Made of th' accents, and best phrase of all these, He speaks one language. If strange meats displease
Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came
35 And the wise Justice starting from his chair Cry, By your
Priesthood tell me what Such was the wight : Th’apparel on his back, Tho' coarse, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was black: The suit, if by the fashion one might guess, 40 Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess, But mere tuff-taffety what now remain'd; So Time, that changes all things, had ordain'd! Our fons shall see it leisurely decay, Firft turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
45 This thing has traveld, speaks each language too, And knows what's fit for ev'ry state to do; Of whose best phrase and courtly accent join’d, He forms one tongue, exotic and refin'd.
Art can deceive, or hunger force my taft;
He names me, and comes to me; I whisper, God,