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'Tis ten a clock and past; all whom the mues, Baloun, or tennis, diet, or the stews 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 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


Ver. 213. At Fig's, at White's,] White's was a noted gaming-house : Figos, a prize-fighter's academy, where the young nobility received instruction in those days : it was also customary for the nobility and gentry to visit the condemned criminals in Newgate.—Pope.

Ver. 218. That's velvet] Much superior to the original in brevity and elegance : the next line is a stricture on the act for licensing plays, which about this time occasioned great debates in the House of Lords, and a very spirited and remarkable speech of Lord Chesterfield in behalf of play-writers ; “ Wit,” said he, "my Lords, is the property of those who have it ; and very often the only property they have. Thank Heaven,

See! where the British youth, engaged 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 so fine. “ That’s velvet for a king !" the flatterer 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' clothes ? 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.

225 Painted for sight, and essenced for the smell, Like frigates fraught with spice and cochine', Sail in the ladies : how each pirate eyes So weak a vessel, and so rich a prize! Top-gallant he, and she in all her trim,

230 He boarding her, she striking sail 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 praised for nought, For both the beauty and the wit are bought. 235 'Twould burst even 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.


my Lords, we are otherwise provided for.” The first play that was prohibited by this act, was Gustavus Vasa, by Brooke ; the next was the Edward and Eleonora of Thomson.—Warton,

Ver. 220. our stage give rules,] Alluding to the authority of the Lord Chamberlain.-Warburton.

Ver. 227. Like frigates fraught] Here is a very close resemblance to the picture of Dalilah, in Samson Agonistes :

Who is this
That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing like a stately ship


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,
So much as at Rome would serve to have thrown
Ten cardinals into the Inquisition ;
And whispers by Jesu so oft, that a
Pursuevant would have ravish'd him away
For saying our Lady's Psalter. But 'tis fit
That they each other plague, they merit it.
But here comes Glorious that will plague them both,
Who in the other extreme only doth
Call a rough carelessness, 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


Of Tarsus, bound for the iles
Of Javan or Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

Sails fill’d, and streamers waving ?” Warton. Ver. 240. by Durer's rules,] The best painter Germany ever produced ; he was patronized and beloved by Maximilian I. and by Charles V., and what was of more consequence to an artist, by Raphael himself

, who sent him several designs, and his own portrait. He formed himself on no other painter, had a manner of his own, which indeed was hard; he wanted grace, and had not studied the antique, and copied only common nature and the forms before him. He attended not to costume. His Madonnas were dressed like German ladies, and his Jews had beards and mustachios. See a most judicious criticism on the works and talents of Albert Durer, by a living painter of great genius and learning, Mr. Fuseli, in the third volume of that entertaining publication, entitled, Anecdotes of some distinguished Persons, p. 234.—Warton.

See them survey their limbs by Durer's rules,

240 Of all beau-kind the best proportion'd fools! Adjust their clothes, and to confession draw Those venial sins, an atom, or a straw; But oh! what terrors must distract the soul Convicted of that mortal crime, a hole;

245 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-gloved chaplain goes,

250 With band of lily, and with cheek of rose, Sweeter than Sharon, in immaculate trim, Neatness itself impertinent in him. Let but the Ladies smile, and they are blest : Prodigious! how the things protest, protest :

255 Peace, fools, or Gonson will for Papists seize you, If once he catch you at your 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, 260 Whose air cries Arm! whose very look's an oath: 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 ;


Ver. 256. or Gonson] Sir John Gonson, the famous police magistrate, was as celebrated in his day, in the annals of justice, as one of his successors in office, Sir John Fielding, has been since. His portrait is introduced in Hogarth's Harlot's Progress.-Bowles.

Ver. 262. The captain's honest,] Much resembling Noll Bluff, in Congreve's Old Bachelor, who was copied from Thraso, and also from Ben Jonson.- Warton. VOL. V.


He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe;
Just like a licens'd fool, commands like law.

Tyr’d, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
As men from gaols to execution go,
Go through the great chamber (why is it hung
With the seven deadly sins ?) being among
Those Askaparts ', men big enough to throw
Charing-Cross for a bar, men that do know
No token of worth, but queen’s man, and fine
Living; barrels of beef, flaggons of wine.
I shook like a spied spie-Preachers which are
Seas of wit and arts, you can, then dare,
Drown the sins of this place, but as for me
Which am but a scant brook, enough shall be
To wash the stains away: Although I yet
(With Maccabees modesty) the known merit

my work lessen, yet some wise men shall, I hope, esteem my writs canonical.


Ver. 273. As men from jails] A line so smooth that our author thought proper to adopt it from the original. There are many such, as I have before observed, which show, that if Donne had taken equal pains, he need not have left his numbers so much more rugged and disgusting, than many of his contemporaries, especially one so exquisitely melodious as Drummond of Hawthornden ; who, in truth, more than Fairfax, Waller, or Denham, deserves to be called the first polisher of English versification. Milton read him much. And Pope copied him, not only in his Pastorals, as before observed, but in his Eloisa. A well written Life of Drummond is inserted in the fifth volume of the new edition of the Biographia Britannica, with many curious particulars imparted by Mr. Parke. Warton.

Ver. 274. For, hung with deadly sins,] The room hung with old tapestry, representing the seven

deadly sins.-Pope. Ver. 286. my wit,] The private character of Donne was very amiable and interesting ; particularly so, on account of his secret marriage with the

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