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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 came weak ships fraught with cut
chanel, The men board them; and praise, as they think,
well, Their beauties; they. the men's wits; both are
bought. Why good wits ne'er wear scarlet gowns, I thought This cause ;—these men, men's 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 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
Our court may justly to our stage give rules, 220
hit!' And sweet sir Fopling, you have so much wit!' Such wits and beauties are not praised for naught, For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235 'Twould burst ev'n Heraclitus with the spleen, To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin: The presence seems, with things so richly odd, The mosque of Mahound, or some queer pagod. See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules, Of all beau-kind the best-proportion'd fools ! 241 Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw Those venial sins, an atom or a straw: But, O! what terrors must distract the soul, Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole; 245
220 To our stage give rules. By the act for licensing plays. Lord Chesterfield opposed this act, observing keenly, at the end of his speech, · My lords, wit is the property of those who have it; and very often the only property they have. Luckily, my lords, we are otherwise provided for.'—Warton.
As a young preacher at his first time goes
Tyred, now I leave this place, and but pleased
Or should one pound of powder less bespread
256 If once he catch
• Jesu ! Jesu !' Nature made every 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 :
261 The captain's honest, sirs, and that's enough, Though his soul's bullet, and his body buff. He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before, Like battering-rams, beats open every 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; Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe, Jests like a licensed fool, commands like law.
Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it so As men from jails to execution go;
256 Or Gonson. A well-known police magistrate, the sir John Fielding of his day.
Go through the great chamber (why is it hung
* A giant famous in romances.