Rosalind. Farewe., Masieur fravelier: Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits: disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your Nativity, and almost chide God for making you hat countenance you are; or I will scarce think that you have swam in a Gonaoca. As You Like It, Act IV. Sc. I. Annotation of the Commentators. That is, been at Venice, which was much visited by the young English gentlemen of those times, and was then what Paris is now - the seat of all dissoluteness. S. A BEPPO. I. 'T is known, at least it should be, that throughout However high their rank, or low their station, With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masquing, And other things which may be had for asking. 11. The moment night with dusky mantle covers Giggling with all the gallants who beset her; III. And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical, Masks of all times nd nations, Turks and Jews, And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical, Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and Hindoos ; All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical, All people, as their fancies hit, may choose, But no one in these parts may quiz the clergy, Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye. IV. You'd better walk about begirt with briars, Instead of coat and small-clothes, than put on A single stitch reflecting upon friars, Although you swore it only was in fuu ; VOL. III.-I l They'd haul you o'er the coals, and stir the fires Nor say one mass to cool the caldron's bubble V. But saving this, you may put on whate'er With prettier name in softer accents spoke, VI. This feast is named the Carnival, which being VII. And thus they bid farewell to carnal dishes, Because they have no sauces to their stews, To eat their salmon, at the least, with soy; VIII. And therefore humbly I would recommend "The curious in fish-sauce," before they cross The sea, to bid their cook, or wife, or friend, Walk or ride to the Strand, and buy in gross, (Or if set out beforehand, these may send By any means least liable to loss), Ketchup, Soy, Chili-vinegar, and Harvey, Or, by the Lord! a Lent will well nigh starve ye : |