SIMPLICITY

Hah, hah! I'll go see how the World looks since I stepped aside from't, there's such heaving and shoving about it, such toiling and moiling; now I stumbled vpon't when I least thought on't. 'Vds me, it's altered of one side since I left it: hah, there's a Milkmaid God with child since, me thinks; what, and a Shepherd forsworn himself? here's a foul corner: by this light, Subtlety has laid and egg too, and will go nigh to hatch a Lawyer; this was well foreseen: I'll mar the fashion on't; so, the egg's broke, and 'tas a yolk as black as buckrom: Whats here a this side? O, a dainty world; here's one a sealing with his tooth, and poor man he has but one in all, I was afraid he would have left it upon the paper, he was so honestly earnest; here are the Reapers singing: I'll lay mine ear to they: Whop! Here's the coozningst Rascal in a Kingdom, The Master villain, has the thunders property, For if he come but near the Harvest folks, His breath's so strong, that he sours all their bottles, If he should but blow upon the world now, the stain would ne ver get out again: I warrant, if he were ripped, one might find a swarm of Usurers in his liver, a cluster of Scriveners in his kidneys, and his very puddings stuffed with Bailiffs. He makes more near me. Keep off, and leave your cogging; foh, how abomina bly he smells of controversies, Schisms and Factions! me thinks, I smell forty Religions together in him, and never a good one;—his eyes look Like false lights, cozening trap-windows. Pox a your pipe; if I should dance after your pipe, I should soon dance to the Devil. So, so, I'm glad he's vanished: me thought I had much ado to keep my self from a smatch of knavery, as long as he stood by me; for certainly villainy is infectious, and in the greater person the greater poison: as for example, he that takes but the tich of a Citizen, may take the scab of a Courtier. Hark, the Reapers be gin to sing, they're come nearer me thinks too. These Reapers have the merriest lives, they have music to all they do; they'll sow with a Tabor, and get Children with a Pipe. Here's a brave glistering Thing looks me ith' face, I know not what to say too't. I'm glad I'm rid on't. Sure this will prove a good Prince. Pray remember now, You had the world from me clean as a pick, Only a little smutted a one side, With a bastard God against it, or such a toy, No great corruption nor oppression in't, No knavery, tricks, nor cozenage. Make as few Laws as you can then to trouble it, the few er the better; for always the more laws you make, the more knaves thrive by't, mark it when you will. A little against knavery, I'm such and enemy too't, That it comes naturally from me to confound it. Tents, Tents; that partly oth' world Shows Like a Fair: but pray take notice on't, There's not a Bawdy-booth amongst they all, You have they white and honest as I had they, Look that your Laundresses pollute they not. Looks Like a point, you mean a very prick? It's the beginning of Amsterdam: they say the first brick there was laid with fresh Cheese and Cream; because mortar made of Lime and hair was wicked, and committed fornication. Blustering fellows; the first's a Soldier, he looks joust Like March. Troth, now the World begins to be in Hucksters handling; by this light, the Booths are full of Cutlers, and yonders two or three queans going to vittaile the camp: hah, would I were whipped, if yonder be not a Parsons daughter with a soldier be tween her legs, bag and baggage. Bless us all', hers one spits fire as he comes, he will go nigh to mull the world with looking on it, how his eyes sparkle? Hoyda I can see nothing now for ships; Hark a the Mariners. What a crew of mad Rascals are these, they're ready at every Can to fallen into the Haddocks mouths, the World begins to love Lap now. If the world be not good now, it'll never be good, Theres no hope on't. Whoop, here's and alteration: by this hand, the Ships are all turned to Steeples; and the Bells ring for joy, as if they would shake down the Pinnacles. How! the Masons are at work yonder, the free Masons, I swear it's a free time for them: Would! theres one building of a Chapel of ease: O, he's loath to take the pains to go to Church: Why, will he have it in's house, when the Proverb says, The Devil's at home? These great rich men must take their ease in their Inn: theyle walk you a long mile or two to get a stomach for their victuals; but not a piece of a furlong to get and appetite to their prayers. Slid, who have we here? Yes, clean away, I warrant you, we shall n'er see't again. You forget me, Sir. I marry, my Master's: now it looks Like a brave world, indeed, how civilly those fair Ladies go yonder! by this hand they are neither trimmed nor trussed, nor ponyarded: Wonder meant! Oh, yonder's a knot of fine-sharpe-needle-bearded Gallants, but that they wear Stammell Cloaks (me thinks) in stead of Scar less: 'slid, whats he that carries out two Custards now under the Porters long nose? o, he leaves a bottle of Wine i'th Lodge: and all's pacified, cry mercy. You may read it in my looks: Simplicity. Troth that's the way to be your Fool indeed; But shall I have the privilege to fool freely?