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That have good places: therefore once again,
A SPEECH, ACCORDING TO HORACE. Why yet, my noble hearts, they cannot say, But we have powder still for the king's day, And ordnance too; so much as from the Tower, T have waked, if sleeping, Spain's ambassador, Old Æsop Gondomar: " the French can tell, For they did see it the last tilting well, That we have trumpets, armor, and great horse, Lances and men, and some a breaking force. They saw, too, store of feathers, and more may, If they stay here but till St. George's day. All ensigns of a war are not yet dead, Nor marks of wealth so from our nation fled, But they may see gold chains and pearl worn
then, Lent by the London dames to the Lord's men: Withal, the dirty pains those citizens take, To see the pride at court, their wives do make;
71 Gondomar was, perhaps, the most unpopular ambassador that ever visited England. He was frequently insulted in the streets by the populace, and on one occasion a person who had offended in this way was publicly whipped by the hangman, by the express orders of the king. At court, however, the ambassador acquired considerable influence by his skilful flattery and the brilliancy of his wit. - B.
And the return those thankful courtiers yield,
He that but saw thy curious captain's drill,
O happy art! and wise epitome
72 Probably the son of Sir John Swinnerton, mayor of London in 1612. - G.
Thou canst draw forth thy forces, and fight dry
tame, Alive yet in the noise, and still the same; And could, if our great men would let their sons Come to their schools, show 'em the use of guns; And there instruct the noble English heirs In politic and militar affairs. But he that should persuade to have this done For education of our lordings, soon Should he hear of billow, wind, and storm From the tempestuous grandlings, who'll inform Us, in our bearing, that are thus and thus, Born, bred, allied. What's he dare tutor us? Are we by bookworms to be awed ? must we Live by their scale, that dare do nothing free? Why are we rich or great, except to show All license in our lives? What need we know More than to praise a dog, or horse ? or speak The hawking language? or our day to break
With citizens ? let clowns and tradesmen breed
gait, Carriage, and dressing. There is up of late The Academy, where the gallants meet What! to make legs ? yes, and to smell most
sweet: All that they do at plays. O, but first here They learn and study; and then practise there, But why are all these irons i' the fire Of several makings? helps, helps, t' attire His lordship; that is for his band, his hair This; and that box his beauty to repair; This other for his eyebrows; hence, away! I
may no longer on these pictures stay, These carcases of honor; tailors' blocks Covered with tissue, whose prosperity mocks
The fate of things; whilst tattered virtue holds Her broken arms up to their empty moulds !
AN EPISTLE TO MASTER ARTHUR SQUIB. What I am not, and what I fain would be, Whilst I inform myself, I would teach thee, My gentle Arthur, that it might be said One lesson we have both learned, and well read. I neither am, nor art thou, one of those That hearkens to a jack's pulse, when it goes ; Nor ever trusted to that friendship yet, Was issue of the tavern or the spit; Much less a name would we bring up, or nurse. That could but claim a kindred from the purse. Those are poor ties depend on those false ends, 'Tis virtue alone, or nothing, that knits friends. And as within office No piece of money, but you know, or make Inquiry of the worth: so must we do, First weigh a friend, then touch, and try him
too: For there are many slips and counterfeits; Deceit is fruitful; men have masks and nets; But these with wearing will themselves unfold; They cannot last. No lie grew ever old. Turn him, and see his threads : look if he be Friend to himself that would be friend to thee:
you do take
73 It appears that this gentleman was one of the principal clerks in the Exchequer. I find several of his name, in succession, in the books of that office. - G.