_George_ a horseback Or the high Sheriff, shall make the Cuntrey people Fall downe in adoration of thy Crooper And silver stirrup, my right worshipfull. A pox a buckram and the baggage in't! Papers defil'd with Court hand and long dashes, Or Secretarie lines that stradle more Then _Frenchmen_ and lesse wholsome to the Client. Is thy head to be fild with Proclamations, Rejoynders and hard words beyond the _Alchemist_[238]? Be ruld, and live like a fine gentleman That may have haukes and hounds and whores and horses, And then thou art fitt Companie.

_Cou_. You talke wildlie; I wou'd you saw your Errour that place all Your happinesse upon such course delights. I should degenerate too much and forfet My education.