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The chief burden of his brain is the carriage of his body, an•• the setting of his face in good frame, which he perfo••ms the bet∣ter, because he is not disjointed with other Meditations.
He hath staid in the world to fill a number, and when he's gone there wants one, and there's an end
In the speculation of his good parts, his eys like a drunkard ••es all all double, and his fancy like an old mans spectacles makes great Letter in a small print.
He conceives mens thoughts very idle, that is onely busie about ••im. Both his Inprimis and his Item are his cloaths. A pretty ••iece of finicall ignorance, or a fool without his motley coat.
Such a man as his Tailour pleaseth to make him.
That puts away most of his jugement about the situation of his ••loaths. His cloachs are sacrified-
Going with such a noise, as if his body were the wheel-barrow 〈◊〉〈◊〉 carry his rumbling judgement.
His whole body goes all upon skrews, and his face is the vice that moves them.
His glittering cloaths shew like the sunshine in a puddle. Who now and then breaks a d••ie bisket j••st, Which that it may more easily be chewed He steeps in his own laughter. With a brain lighter than his feather. Like an empty bottle, and his head the cork to stop it. His skin is tanned in sivet, Walking, as if he had a suit of wainscot. All his behaviours are printed, A marmoset made all of cloaths and face. One that weighs His breath between his teeth, and dares not smile Beyond a point, for fear ••' unstarch h••s look.A fellow so utterly nothing, that he knows not what he would be.
That would rather have the whole Common-wealth troubled, than an hair out of order about him.
Ever in the slavery of Ceremonie and Complements.
A man consisting of a pickedevant, and two mustachoes, and ut∣terly to defeat him there needs but three clippes of a pair of c••z¦zars.
A barren brain in fertle hair.
A speaking Butterflie. Sober drunkards. Fastidious, Brisk, wise onely by inheritance.
who while he proudly wears A silver hilted rapier by his side, Endures the lies and knocks about the ears, Whilst in his sheath; the sleeping sword doth bideThe cares of men having little else of them but speech and laugh∣ter, using the preface of a mile to bring in a furlong of matter,
That speaks his mind in fustian eloquence, Forced affected phrase, and strained discourse,Whose language is astonishing bumbast, till men understand him they are scard with it.
Wits in jest, fools in earnest,There is a confederacy between him and his cloaths to make a puppet: A man
In whom the Tailours forming art, And nimble barber claime more part Than nature her self can.