CCIV.—LORD K—N—D.

CCV.—MISS O—LE.

‘—"Heaven befriende us, sister Blanche! and, in its nexte shower of sweete husbandes, send us a comelie couple!—Marry, but we can accommodate our lordlie masters more ways than one, or else be-shame our breeding up!—If they allowe us not to combe their conjugal heades, we can, at least, carrie their palfries, and ride them saddle-less to water; so that, when we are found useless as Groomes o' the chamber, we may be convertible into those of the stable!—Nay, and the worst do befall us, we can lay aside our tomboye trickes, and comport ourselves like reasonable women, sans further ogle-ing!"’

CCVI.—ALD—N P—CK—T.

‘—"When they did expunge those emptie heades from off the frontlet of our Citie's gate, mine own was sette thereon, and did most wittinglie devise, how to dismantle our Temple's barre to publique inter-cursion. To builde a goode right civique fame, one must be constrained to pull you down the stouter workes of aun­tient men!—and the minde, my masters, must be kept in concussion also, or the braine of an ordinarie citizen would curdle over, like greene ducke's-weede upon a gardenne ponde!"’

CCVII.—LADY D—RH—ST.

CCVIII.—H. R. H. the DUKE of Y—K.

CCIX.—MRS. P—LH—M.

‘—"Pooh, Nardina!—we women o' the cham­ber may as soone thinke of travelling to heaven on our backes, as into his Highness' favour by virtue of simple obedience.—Methinks one might ensure it by a pro­scription of all within the wane of his short-lived plea­sure!—but then we must promulgate freelie, and with­out respect of persons:—nay, the prouder she be whom his fancie hath discarded, the nobler game for us full crie to followe!"’

CCX.—ALD—N N—WN—M.

‘"Sirs! 'tis wond'rous harde, that I, a Citizen and Vintner, should find my popularitie under parre, for discompting a princelie reputation at a marvellous small premium, which not a mortal amongst you would un­derwrite even at cent. per cent.!—I opened not this accompt current on the score of compound interest; for I was flattered that my comelinesse of person would well befitte the purlieus of a Courte;—on this I indiscreet­lie drewe a bill at sight upon his Highness' favour, which being not dulie honoured, came back againe protested!"’

CCXI.—LADY JANE P—G—T.

CCXII.—ARCHB—P OF C—NT—Y.

CCXIII.—MISS G—NN—G.

‘—"Marvina, Sir, blesse her poore harte, hathe been no better entreated by those from whome she sprung, than by the villainous worlde she dothe inhabitte!—the former made her a sillie baite for their own ambition, and the latter derided the abasement of its miscarriage:—then became she drie nurse to a withered Duchesse, who, in recompense for her fidelitie, left her even without a deathe-bed blessinge!—and now is she constrained to live by her own wittes, of which, she thanks Heaven, neither fortune, nor friendes can so baselie beguile her!"’

CCXIV.—MR. C—NC—N.

‘—"Arrah! but this foreign warfare abroad is a poore kind of trade for us Jontlemen at home, who thrive best by the sweete artes of peace and good plen­tie!—By my own prettie conscience, and I am destined to be scratched by a rantipole Ladie of qualitie to boote!—Och! but I had rather meete three flying devils in the bogge of Kilkennie, than one mad daugh­ter of old King Faro upon drie lande!— [...]aithe, and I think it was prettie well, to be bothered out of one's light golde for a scrap of waste paper, without being tongue-tied to one's good behaviour by a piece of qualitie binding into the bargaine!"’

CCXV.—HON. MISS ED—N.

CCXVI.—DUKE OF H—M—LT—N.

‘—"You may marvelle how it came to passe, but, certes, Sir, he did once possess a wife, formed from the purest modelle of the antique worlde!—Soon, however, she was constrained to divorce herselfe from bedde and boarde, to shunne that multiplying, which her harte did loathe!—Then betooke he to the chuck-ribbe of another man, a stage-going rantipole, who, decked in all her Grace's jewelrie, did the counterfeite of a Duchesse so lasciviouslie enacte, that this leathern­pated Lord transportinglie did sweare she was his onlie Bona-roba!"’

CCXVII.—MISS TH—RL—W.

CCXVIII.—CAPT. V—NC—V—R.

‘—"Rememberest thou not, Alberto, that, in the southern latitudes, we did a flatte odde fishe des­crie, with finnes for circumnavigation formed, who tossed the brinie element around him with the breathe of a fantastique nostrille, as if it were created for his owne single pastime?—but, cast on shore, he crawled not unlike to other quadrupeddes, who ever and anon must licke the duste!"’

CCXIX.—PRINCESS S—PH—A.

CCXX.—ADMIRAL SIR JOHN J—RV—S.

CCXXI.—LADY BELL. P—LW—TH.

‘"Pshaw, man! a soule with ever so plaine a cover­inge may grace its benevolencies right noblie. Shew me the face, however coarslie modelled, that can put you faire deedes out of countenance! So learned is this same Oresterna, that she hathe sette the wittes o' the whole Vattican to their laste stake to keepe dis­course with her alive i' the dead languages! Her reli­gion also you do question wrongfullie; for it is pure­lie Christian, in despight of her Mahomedan whiskers, a due portion of which she dothe licke in with her dailie foode, as dried cattle do oaten strawe in a farme­yarde!"’

CCXXII.—REV. DR. P—RR.

‘—"On my reverence, goode Sirs, I am an Orthographer most villainouslie entreated!—The var­lettes tooke me at a non plus, just emerging from the suddes of our village tonsor, with my temples fresh shorne of their natural strengthe! Moreover, I had no pipe to smoke their waggeries withal?—I should have tried their poetique fictionne by the genuine rules of syntaxe, and then their false concords had been most ap­parent! In lack of this, like a dull water fowle have they ensnared me! Nay, 'tis well in Christian charitie I went no further; for the knaves did entreat my affi­davit of their deedes, expecting, as a Prieste, that I should sweare through a churche-door, to save them­selves from d—mn—tion!"’

CCXXIII.—MISS S—WB—GE.

CCXXIV.—RT. HON. WM. P—TT.

CCXXV.—MRS. H—LE.

‘—"Thankes to my manlie starres, it did belike me better, from my youthe, to tell convivial tales arounde the festive board, than go and count o'er girlish dimples in my glasse.—Sirs, I was trained with gal­lantes of the passing age, who could saie a choice thing with a goode grace,—marry, and doe one, when occa­sion served, right merrilie to boote!—But mark me sonnes of Jollitie; if I follow not the dinner clothe of diaper so soone as doe the squeamish of my sexe, I tarrie more for the flavour of your witte, than your wine!"’

CCXXVI.—COL. F—LL—T—N.

‘—"Yclep me what you please, you shall finde me a marvel-monger, but not fabulous!—I belie no man's judgement, unlesse prompted thereto by the re­cognition of mine owne superior senses!—By my maid­en buckler did I sweare, and that right trulie, that, as Statesmen, we are all journieing beside our faire wittes, and all this, I feare, for foule purposes!—Yet, Sirs! is there a doore open to our political salvation, turning upon the honourable hinge of one manne's single valour!—of him, who by arte magique, did transforme the penne of a Lay Clerke into the truncheon of a Champagne Marshalle,—who hath fought with brother-statesmen on all sides, as well as subjects, in the senate, and in the fielde!—who heroicallie traversed all regionnes, both hotte and colde!—who hath de­nied, in the teeth of Welch philosophers, that the moone was made of cheese that is greene; and was the first of mankind to discover, that the Dragon of Wantlie had no sting in his taile!"’

CCXXVII.—LADY M—ND—P.

CCXXVIII.—EARL OF S—FF—K.

CCXXIX.—MADEMOISELLE F—N—NI.

‘—"Come, come, my prettie prattlinge Cozz, we'll bicker no more about the virtue of our progenitors, like greene gosslings on an open common!—The worlde is bountiful enough to me to acknowledge my descent either from a wise Witte, or a weake Lorde, to both of whom has baselie been imputed the sinne of my be­getting! Thus the oddes are two to one, at least, but I had a father amongst them! though, like the cuckooe, she that hatched me, made any bird she pleased to father,—nay, and feather well her nestelinge into the bargaine!"’

CCXXX.—MR. D—NT.

‘—"Because I did accommodate the Kinge's Prime Ruler with the loane of a taxe on quadrupeddes canine, the curres on t'other side the Senate, have forced a run of witte upon me, in lack of other currencie, and now barke at me for the deede sans ceasing!—Nay, some of them hamper me with dailie baskettes of dead turn­spittes, while others do hang their puppies on the knocker of my banke, denoting thereby, that I am little more than a discounter of dogge-skins!"’

CCXXXI.—LADY C. G. N—RES.

CCXXXII.—EARL OF OXF—D.

CCXXXIII.—COUNTESS OF D—BY.

‘"Come! come! since you are now my wedded Lorde—you shall commande me as you please—I will refraine from laughter, though my poore sides do cracke them­selves with the forbearance!—Then sans merriment, if these be their chiefe actresses, I marvel not that the ser­vice o'the State be managed so unprofitablie! The poore soules thinke, that if the bloode but riot noblie in their veines, they have no occasion for more witte, or plaine sense, than falls to the moderate share of a grey wild-goose! Howe such creatures played themselves into the statelie drama of the Courte, who could not earne clean strawe by their atchievings in a boarded barne, is past my finding out!—For my own poor parte, my Lorde, I will the Countesse so enacte, and weare mine ermined crownette with such thrift, that the insidious worlde shall find no spotte thereon, nor cause of faulte with him who kindlie placed it on a grateful browe!’

CCXXXIV.—MR. D—Y.

‘—"Enamoured of some or other of my rare qua­lities, his Highnesse dothe continue to loade me with his prime civilities!—Whether I am debitor for all this to my witte, or that portion of witte's master piece my pocket dothe containe, I wotte not!—But yester morn he did my countenance resemble to the Sunne, which had journied roseilie from the Easte to his full at noone day: and the self-same eve he bade me sitte familiarlie by his side, to talke of friendlie loanes, and such like courtesies.—Marry, there be those of my acquaintance, who, envious of these honours, would blight their future harvesting; but I heede them not, though one sarcasticallie says, that ‘'everie dogge hath his day!'’—and another, ‘'that I Thomas Day, shale soone bid my monies a goode night!"’’

CCXXXV.—Hon. Mrs. STR—F—D.

CCXXXVI.—Mr. Sec. R—SE.

‘"Upon my honour, Sirs, I am condemned most un­justlie!—As a serving man o'the State, I have drudged too harde for scantie pickings, to be thus hardilie en­treated.—To no one breathinge owe I aught on the score of friendshippe, or goode-wille—yet doe they cause hue and crie against me, as though I were the worlde's defaulter!—Nay, since the regalle treasurie hath some­what runne to waste, mennes eyes inquisitivelie do search, as if the losse were to be found beneathe my humble goodes, and chatels; when ‘"I can take my God to witnesse, (and he will come along with me) that I am as poore a creature as any in his Highnesse' realme!"’’

No. CCXXXVII.—Lady B—ME.

‘"Come, come, my higher titled sisters, now are you too elate: her Grace, our husbande-hunting Mother, has exercised her wittes in 'vantage for us all; and, though she caughte no unfledged Duke for me, she hathe at least a nestlinge Marquisse ta'en, with which my little harte's content!—She tells me, both his eyes are fashioned out of briliantes from the Easte, and that the reste of this my dea [...]er selfe, is formed of precious jewelrie throughout!—If it be so, looke lasses to't, or my gay sparke may your's yet outshine, and I, his bonnie BROOME, sweepe a proude traine before you!"’

No. CCXXXVIII.—Sir THOMAS T—T—N.

‘—"I stopped me onlie, in Minceing-lane, for a contraband glasse of Carraway Comfitte, at the lusci­ous hande of TURGO's sleeping partner, and the Var­lette hath demanded of me, payment through the nose for this little lippe-full of simple compoundes!—He did alledge, that I had leakage given to a tierce of pre­cious Coniaque, most choicelie brought to proofe; when, in veritie, we no more than shooke an ullage casque upon the lees between us! Troth I did pro­teste, by the first-blown honours of my Knighthoode, the allegation was not true; yet this retailer of sinful provocatives, called him forth twelve worldlie minded sottes, who charged me on their oathes usurious, five thousand Ducattes for this fancied waste of perisheable wares!"’

CCXXXIX.—Miss OG—LVIE.

No. CCXL.—Earl SP—R.

‘"Fie on your salte-water fates, who, from his cra­dle arristocratique, did bemounte this lande-nursed Lorde upon the proudest courser of the maine, and bade him rule the headestrong quadrupedde by guidance of his taile!—Awhile he rode o'er Bisquay's troubled seas, until his senses with his seate he lost, then, floundering, ploughed the deepe! the pitying Mermaides flewe to his reliefe, and combed his teare­full lockes; while Neptune's selfe deridinglie look'd on, and cracked his coral-mailed sides with laughter!"’

No. CCXLI.—Lady C—LL.

‘—"Stirre thee betimes goode Blanche! and endite me unnumbered cardes of complimente, invitinglie de­vised! so shall we out-telle the visitants to Noah's arque, where all Godde's animals of kindes distin­guished did congregate in paires! Nay, we may boaste perchance, more tongues than did the builders of proud Babel's tower confounde! Sacque-possets let me have enow; and bid, that lemmon-waters flowe in plentie rounde our dates, on cupboardes daintilie be-dight! Thus shall the Dames of common men in envie learne, that they have neither meanes, nor manners to convoke like me assemblage of the greate!"’

No. CCXLII.—Mr. B—RW—L.

‘—"Laugh, and it so please you, my merrie masters; but true it is, that I was broiled for yeares beneath the radiance of a burning sunne, that my constitution might be warmed also, through a body so bepepper­ed by plannettarie influence?—Thus did I begette countless lacques of pagodas, that my fraile flesh might lacke nought to luste after in its mortal declen­sion!—And now, quitting the hauntes of men, I have established a free warren for 'tother gender, where a single skutte i' the forest is not touched without privie leave of me, the sole Lorde-paramount! so that if any slie puppie among you be found running by the nose,—as licensed keeper of mine own game, I shall rate the lurcher from his queste, with simple losse of taile!"’

No. CCXLIII.—Lady D—CRE.

CCXLIV.—Lord GR—NV—LE.

‘"Why doe the hungrie knaves begrudge me the com­mon crumbes of comforte, which appertaine unto my table of estate? Those abroad, raile at me in the mar­kettable style of Byllingsgate, because forsoothe I am daily purveyor of mine own coddes heade; while others on the opponent side of our own noble chamber, do in­vidiouslie hint, that with our illustrious house, it is all fishe (particularly plaice) that comes into our nette!"—In veritie we somewhat trafficke in that commoditie; for while our brother of Buckingham dothe retaile his finnie race by the ^* inch superficial, I, in wholesale, buy me lumping pennieworths by the pounde avoirdupoise!’

CCXLV.—Lady H—L—D.

‘"At her first enlaunchement, she was as trim a barque as ever floated on Love's billow! but her head-strong pilotte, clapping his helm too hard a weather, when she was light of ballast, the vessel was upsette, and soon drifted, sans reckoning or compasse, to a neighbouring Coaste, where, liberated from British Vassalage, she did become a leakie droit of Batavian Hollande!"’

CCXLVI.—Capt. M—R—CE.

‘—"Caparisoned in a motley jacquet with qualitie binding, he became a Maurice dancer, surmounted with cappe and bells, which he jingled to the tune of other mens follie! Thus pranced he into goodlie dinners in jig-time; and, for his night's repast, that picked he up merrilie, by chaunting to unhallowed mindes the vespers of lascivious intoxication!"’

CCXLVII.—Lady H—W—RD de W—LD—N.

CCXLVIII.—Prince WILLIAM of G—.

‘—"Since your half-witted knaves do bemea­sure man's reasonable faculties by the narrowe circum­ference of his waiste-band, I see not how a Princelie soldier now a daies is to passe muster!—For my own parte, I can wooe sighingly with most gallantes, and couch my lance, though full caparisoned, i' the tented fielde.—Let the Knight Errant who can atchieve more heroicallie, enter the listes, and he please, before me!"’

CCXLIX.—Mrs. BR—D—D.

‘—"Come, come, Bud! let not you and I disturb our sillie pates about such trifles!—Where is the benefitte of golde, unless, like the genial aire of heaven, it hathe most free circulation? or of man­sions huge with their appurtenances, if not with oc­cupation free?—True, as you say, by courtesie right conjugale, you are my Lorde and Master;—but you did always tell your friendes that you were their obedient servant: therefore have I, on our special nights of festival, ta'en care that you should not befalsifie your worde!—You do forget, that I, just out of dadeing-strings, in softest dalliance did allow great girles to be bemodelled after the likenesse of your own harte's delighte, and which are now so multiplied, that the sound of grand-damme echoes through my ears, before, in nature's course, I've ceased to be a mother!—Nay, dearest chuck, you owe me many kindnesses for this—indeed you do!"’

CCL.—Mr. H—ST—GS.

CCLI.—Mrs. ST—T.

CCLII. Rear-Admiral Sir HORATIO N—LS—N, K. B.

‘"Pshawe, Tubert! why, I tell thee that this man of warre, like the fire-basqueing Salamander, cannot live but within the rake of your red-hotte shotte, and other mortal conflagrationes! nay, in admiration of their leader's appetite, his mariners doe grumble, un­less they have one warm meale a daie of this diette, which would give our ordinarie stomaches the harte­burn!"’

CCLIII. Mrs. C—MPB—L, ci-devant Miss W—LL—S.

‘—"I doe marvelle, now the honied moone hath done to shine, if the same starre of lowlie mo­destie will swaie Alberta's course, as it was wont! That she did be-catch herself this golden plumed sparke, by the arte magique of counterfeit resem­blinges, no one can in veritie denie;—so shall it soon be seene, whether she hath the witte to holde him now in undisguise, or, in her self-defence, must en­acte it with this same fancie bird, to the very end o' the chapter!"’

CCLIV.—Mr. FR—NC—S.

‘—"If a manne's politie, which hath stoode the burning shame of various climes, is to be tram­melled up by the vulgar ligatures of your jurispru­dence common, at home,—then are our liberties fit­tinge for little more than bandes to tie up dried pro­vender for state cattle!—Sir, I had fairlie entrapped me some scores of Glocestershire wights, and intended to have fed the hungrie knaves with the pareings of their single cheese; but that fierle mountaineer o' the lawe, with a Welsh leeke in his bonnette, en­loosed these pressers of curdes and whey, and then threw slander o'er my faire fame, as thick as their own Tewkesburie mustarde!"’

CCLV.—Hon. Miss BL—GH.

CCLVI.—SIR LIONEL D—L.

‘—"His Highnesse, in his marvellous conde­scension, did entreat himselfe to dine with me, but on stipulation positive, that nothing feminine should grace our boarde:—assenting thereunto, I have unwiselie em­broiled myself with certain of mine own householde; for my Ladie Wyfe, who delighteth in true courtesie, dothe so lamente this losse of the smile princelie, that she hathe forbidden me to feede a royalle fowle thus privilie again, on peril of being hen-pecked for the remnant of my daies!"’

CCLVII.—MISS ANG—SH.

‘—"I praie you, tell me the use of your digni­fied alliances, if we are not allowed to make our dailie boaste of them? Since it hath pleased that capricious jade, Fortune, to trundle a ducalle crownette over our lowlie thresholde, I have rantipolled it fashionablie with the best of them! and my tongue, which had ever a musical propensitie to repetitions, hathe caught the dulcet air of nobilitie so trulie, that it can chaunte you no other praises now but of her Grace, my dear be-Duchessed sister!"’

CCLVIII.—SIR CHARLES F— R—DCL—FE.

‘—"A plague on that commoditie of good-hu­mour, which, coming in simple contacte with a goode digestion, hathe swolen up Barbolto to the full size of carnal enormitie!—Why, the waistband of his lower garment hath dilated so hugelie, that tailors cannot en­compasse him with thrice stitched parchments! and so faste doth he picke up stones averdupoize, that hack-horses do shye at him more than a sacke of ground midlings!—Marry, and he thus goes on, but all God's carrying creatures, male and female, will dread the mightie pressure of his bestrideing!"’

CCLIX.—COUNTESS OF SH—FTSB—Y.

CCLX.—SIR J. ANSTR—R.

‘—"Had I not been a judge of capilliarie juris­prudence, they had compelled me on board shippe, without my wigge judicial, or even the state dower of my now Ladie wyfe right legallie guaranteed!—I doe marvelle, how our Magi o' the Easte are to be per­sonified, unless in full pontificalibus!—‘'Marry, Sirs,'’ quothe I, ‘'but my fage temples shall be well secured from mortal inquisition, and the purlieu of my bodie incorporeal, amplified by circumvallations of ermined tabbie, or I depart not from his Liege's presence!'’—Thus have they at length equipped me—and now may they reasonablie looke for knottie pointes of serviceable hardihoode, of which the Medes, and Persians never dreamt of yore!"’

CCLXI.—MRS. BR—DY—L.

CCLXII.—ADMIRAL LORD H—D.

CCLXIII.—MARCHIONESS OF B—K—G—M.

CCLXIV.—ADMIRAL LORD D—NC—N.

CCLXV.—COUNTESS DOWAGER OF M—NSF—D.

‘"Pooh—pooh! Tubert,—she'll have her full swing, unless the rope of dalliance breake—or nought knowe I of woman's gambolles!—Marrie, man, why you can no more keep a Flandriken dame of qualitie from a second snap carnalle, than a pedlar's pad from another quar­terne and penn'worth, when in manger sette before him! tie them up as tightlie as you please, and both shall slippe their halter, for the liquorish provender their appetite delightes in!"’

CCLXVI.—SIR CH. B—NB—Y.

‘—"Oh! he's the sportinge Sir, who, in the hey-daie of his youthfulle bloode, did race it o'er Tar­tarian plains with flyinge Arrabs, and left their whis­kers distances behinde!—Nexte run he riotte through all the looser petticoates of Salamanca.—But now, forsoothe, he quests it soberlie on foote, to cull out dainties for his bedde and boarde! and, for the matter of that, they are not thrown away on him, who hath a dispensing hand, well fashioned to subdue the pressing wantes of others!"’

CCLXVII.—DUCHESS OF L—DS.

CCLXVIII.—ALDERMAN AND—RS—N, LORD M—Y—R.

CCLXIX.—HON. MISS D—NC—N.

‘—"Beshrewe me, Coz! but I am ignorant, for which of my tall properties I have so hugelie grown in man's esteeme!—I am most wonderfullie bevisitted of late by gaie gallants, who tender me their harte's best suite and service; yet talk they little more to me, than of my father's deedes in armes; so that I do feare me, after all, I owe these sudden conquests more to his mightie valoure, than to my own poor feminine at­chievings!"’

CCLXX.—SIR H— H—GHT—N.

‘—"Oh, he is a most steady Sir! one with most fixed principles who will sitte you for whole moones in the playing roome at the Bathe, like a piece of its own furniture immoveable!—Though chosen to the Senate, he obtrudes amongst them neither his opinions, nor his person: nay, he is a man of so few words, that he never said Aye in his whole life, till they did lead him t'other day blindfolded to the al­tarre!"’

CCLXXI.—HON. MISS K—NG.

CCLXXII.—LORD H—WKES—RY.

‘—"I met me on the Kinge's highwaye, a Tom Thumbe of a Lordeling, who did boaste of mightier deedes than those of Jack the slaughterer of Giantes! He told me he had vaulted the daie before with the man of Rhodes, and beaten him by a furlong at a single jumpe! He had just stepped into his nine-leagued bootes, and swore by the maidenheade of his nobilitie, that he would be at the capital of the Gauls and back again, before he broke his faste!"’

CCLXXIII.—LADY ANN N—TH.

CCLXXIV.—MR. BRYAN ED—DS.

‘—"If a man having been blessed with God­fathers and Godmothers, be despoiled of his Christian name by those who rule us, what chaunce have we, my neighbours, in such times, to maintain the rem­nant of our birthrightes? Why, Sirs, they have em­ployed their serving knaves o' th' press, to y'clep me by a beastlie name, denoting that I would daunce, and play you sillie antickes, under the cudgel of my leader! Nay, the very Oracle of our Assembly, for­getful of his nomenclatura, called me forth but t'other daie as Mr. Bruin, and thus did he provoke a most unseemlie roar of merriment at my expenditure!"’

CCLXXV.—MARCHIONESS OF H—RTF—D.

CCLXXVI.—LORD VISCOUNT H—REF—D.

CCLXXVII.—LADY ALMERIA C—RP—R.

‘—"They tell me I have not done amiss in bartering a littel of my woman's beautie, for a better portion of worldlie wisdome.—I would not have been hand-maiden to any housholde thus long, without knowing my why? and my wherefore?—However, in pure friendshippe to her Highnesse, I will continue cheerfullie to undertake those familie-affayres, for which her own infirmities do unfitte her, and leave it to the Duke to reckon on my deserts accordinglie!"’

CCLXXVIII.—MR. M—CN—M—A, [of Streatham.]

‘—"The wagges o' the Courte would insinuate against me, that mine is the House of Calle for poli­tique confederation: moreover, that I do retaile oute state projects at the tippling sign of the Irishe Piper! Truth it is, that I put good cheere before my guests; but if there be any treason among 'em, it must be found in their owne wittes, and not in M'Nab's old wine!—That some of their midnight deedes have sa­voured of darknesse, I cannot well denie; but that, indeed, was onlie after quaffing so incontinentlie, that they could not see!"’

CCLXXIX.—LADY ST. AS—PH.

CCLXXX.—LORD C—WD—R.

CCLXXXI.—LADY — T—YL—R.

CCLXXXII—DR. L—WR—CE.

‘—"I did betake me, t' other morn, to Father L—wr—ce, a Soothe-sayer, and grave Oracle o' the Arches, one who dothe retaile you civille lawe, and po­litiques most villainoussie compounded!—I found him in learned tribulation, having just escaped the COM­MONS not Doctorial, where, being far from home, he did make it a dubitable question with his own pericra­nium, whether he had risen by his heade, or on his feete?—The wagges had laughed incontinentlie at his confusion, and told his Reverence to his bearde, that he had been assessing his five senses quintuplie, with­out levying from thence one graine of common under­standing!"’

CCLXXXIII.—MRS. SCR—PE.

CCLXXXIV.—BISHOP OF D—M.

CCLXXXV.—COUNTESS OF C—RK.

CCLXXXVI.—EARL OF C—RD—N.

‘—"If my Ladie Wyfe be not overgone these eighteen moones with son and heire of mine owne be­getting, then know I nought of the net proceeds of noble manhoode!—Why, Sir, but t'other night, in my repose—(but mark, 'tis entre nous),—the littel sight­less rogue did fairlie kick his much delighted sire, in place I dare not nominate:—taking the hint, no sooner came the morn, than I did hie me forth, and, with his cradle, bought me up rich swaddling cloathes in plentie, to await the time of his forthcoming!"’

CCLXXXVII.—LADY C—H—R.

CCLXXXVIII.—VICE-ADMIRAL C—LP—YS.

‘—"Give me a Tarre, who serves his countrie trulie, and without much imparlance; so that, when an enemie doth holde disputation with him, he an­swereth in repartee, and cuts off his chaine of argu­ment by a quick exchange of chaine-shotte!—I knew a salt-water Chief of this stampe, who silenced the mutinie of his shippe by the same splice of eloquence, and for which his Sov'rain, in admiration of the deede, did command him to display the Red Flag at his own gallant main!"’

CCLXXXIX.—COUNTESS OF H—RC—T.

‘—"I pray thee, Spaldo, give not thy tongue propensitie to courtlie slander.—That Ladie is the prime-moveable feminine about the Queene's person, which may account for its haveing been handled, in time of yore, rather freelie.—It argueth marvellous greatness for one noblie bred, to be able in her spleene, to descant boldlie on Royal weaknesses; and when the fit of obsequience doth return, to bend, and licke the very duste beneath her Highnesse's sandals!—Marry, knave, to be in perfect tune with the times, one must have an alarum, that will ring you all the changes o' the State, from the treble key of sycophancie, down to the lower basse of courtlie discontent!—"’

CCXC.—SIR FRANCIS B—D—TT.

‘—"Should this whimsical Knight have sworne to urge perpetual strife with nature, he will keepe his worde!—Why, Sir, he can combatte with all the spiteful elements, one after t'other, in their bit­terest wrath, and laugh at his own discomfiture: nay, he will now lick redde fierrie barrs of iron, till his tongue growe hissing hotte, and then mount upon tavern benches, and make you flameing declamations! Hea­ven, in its waste of bountie, did bestowe upon his heade a liberal covering of haire, but he hath displaced it even to the nodde of his necke, that none of it might stand i' the way of his political exaltation!"’

CCXCI.—COUNTESS OF B—KL—Y.

CCXCII.—BISHOP OF W—CH—R.

‘—"Nay, nay, goode brother Abbotte—by the masse; but we are all of the Church Militant,—and there­fore bound by the cannon, to fighte, as well as praie! I am not for letting our common clothe go forth to wage our battles of defence, and not budge a single inch ourselves, although we piouslie commend the Lord of Hosies to war upon their side:—Do ye all as best be­likes your reverend phantasies—but, for mine own part, I'll not be knocked o' the head, like a lewd goate kneelinglie—that's poz!!"’

CCXCIII.—LADY E. E. FITZG—LD.

CCXCIV.—LORD M—NTO.

CCXCV.—LADY CON—GH—M.

CCXCVI.—Rev. DR. [Anti-Sejanus] SC—T.

‘—"If your holie Soothsayers, are with their grey haires, to be revisitted by the politique sinnes of their youthe, then will annointed men be placed in purgatorie everlasting!—But t'other Sabbathe, when I was propounding passive obedience to the goode house­wives of that piscatorie towne called Scarborough, came there a Capittaine of a militarie cohort, who did drawe from me my faire congregation by the sound of trum­pette, blown at the very doore of the tabernacle!—I did appeale me to my countrie's lawes for this offence against the statutes divine; when the Jurors for our Sov'rain Lorde the King, in lack of reverence for the Churche, awarded me but a cracked teaster for so abominable a waste of reputation cleriqual!"’

CCXCVII.—LADY L—GHB—GH.

CCXCVIII.—LADY EDWARD FITZG—LD.

CCXCIX.—MR. HENRY AD—NGT—N.

‘—"Since I am reputed Wit-cracker to the Prime Ruler o' the realm, he must right honourablie let me pouch a little o' the State-kernel, else shall I make the beardes of his Courtiers wagge, to the miserable tune of mine own improvidence!"’