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A Complemental Man. |
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A Complemental Man.
He is your humble Servant, and can be
(Two minutes hence) so to your Enemie;
He's often kissing of your hands, as if
He meant to play the Complemental thief,
And bite your Rings off; nor doth onely shew
An homage to your Hand, but to your Toe;
Therefore by Supervisors, much suspected,
To be a man that's popishly affected:
A non Conformist, one that hath deny'd all
Deity Worship, to make Man his Idol;
He often craves your pardon, and will be
In fault, that you may practise Clemencie:
He tempts your faith with promises, and vows
Y'are such a man, his Conversation knows
No parallel, then doth he reckon all
The minor Virtues, to the Cardinal,
And cals them yours, thanking th'auspicious Star
Made your affections first familiar:
If (in this studied Eulogie) by chance,
The wilde uncalculated Fancy glance
On some thing that doth tickle your opinion
With self-conceit, & make you your own Minion:
Ye are caught unknown to him, and cannot be
Guiltlesse your self of the Conspiracy:
Therefore in VViser men, much doubt it raises
When the Applause flows from a Flatt'rers praises:
Like that Philosopher who fell in passion
To hear that Bad men, gave him Commendation,
Wondring what Evil he had lately done
That might provoke their Approbation:
(Two minutes hence) so to your Enemie;
He's often kissing of your hands, as if
He meant to play the Complemental thief,
And bite your Rings off; nor doth onely shew
An homage to your Hand, but to your Toe;
Therefore by Supervisors, much suspected,
To be a man that's popishly affected:
A non Conformist, one that hath deny'd all
Deity Worship, to make Man his Idol;
He often craves your pardon, and will be
In fault, that you may practise Clemencie:
He tempts your faith with promises, and vows
Y'are such a man, his Conversation knows
No parallel, then doth he reckon all
The minor Virtues, to the Cardinal,
And cals them yours, thanking th'auspicious Star
Made your affections first familiar:
If (in this studied Eulogie) by chance,
The wilde uncalculated Fancy glance
On some thing that doth tickle your opinion
With self-conceit, & make you your own Minion:
Ye are caught unknown to him, and cannot be
Guiltlesse your self of the Conspiracy:
When the Applause flows from a Flatt'rers praises:
Like that Philosopher who fell in passion
To hear that Bad men, gave him Commendation,
Wondring what Evil he had lately done
That might provoke their Approbation:
His Polite words, like over-sweet Perfumes
Delight the Nose-thril, but the Brain consumes;
Or ill compounded Viands, whose rich Tast
Seduce the Sence unto a healthlesse wast:
But to a man that hath the queint resistance
Of keeping his gay Courtship at a Distance,
That knows his practick Cringe, his studied Phrase,
The starched Beard, with the smile-varnish'd Face:
He hath as little hopes to work upon
As on a Saint, the Turkish Alcaron:
Plays, and a Dancing school, have made him fit
To be esteem'd (by his own Tribe) a VVit,
And from the Femal sort his smooth words can,
Gain the applause of pretty Gentleman:
Civil, well spoken, that neglects the Road
Of common Garb, and does it Al le mode:
A Crittick in the fashion, and hath speeches
In praise of Ribbon points about the breeches:
Extolling these grave Times, that have begun
So punctual a Reformation.
The serving Creatures are his Apes, and know
His Nod, his Smile, his Simper, and his Bow:
The Vintners are corrupted with 't, and vent
Their vilest VVine with deep-fetch'd Complement,
Calling their fairest rooms, furnished in fashion,
By the queint terms of Good Accommodation
And such words squirted through the teeth, as when,
They tast your wine, like learned Cellar men:
Your Plush-tongu'd Mercer (to) it doth infect,
Who learns to Cozen you with Great respect;
And sell his words ith' bargain: but you must
By your Belief, teach him the way to trust.
We draw so much our Neighbouring Air of France,
That Complement (like an Inheritance:
Is Native) like Diseases of succession,
And sticks, as close as Primitive Transgression;
What vanity it is ith' open Street,
Meeting your friend, to dance about his feet,
And he 'bout yours, as if you meant to shew,
The people tricks, whether they wil or no,
Or protest Friendship to the man you Hate,
And Promise what you vow to Violate:
Happy those Times that could such Men afford
Whose greatest Obligation, was a Word;
Whose if I can I will, was of more power,
And vallid, then the Oaths of a whole Hour,
Vented in this Age; when but Clapping Hands
Where Seals, and Signets, Bonds, & Counterbonds;
For nothing more hath caus'd this Kingdomes smart,
Then such division 'twixt the Tongue and Heart.
Delight the Nose-thril, but the Brain consumes;
Or ill compounded Viands, whose rich Tast
Seduce the Sence unto a healthlesse wast:
But to a man that hath the queint resistance
Of keeping his gay Courtship at a Distance,
That knows his practick Cringe, his studied Phrase,
The starched Beard, with the smile-varnish'd Face:
He hath as little hopes to work upon
As on a Saint, the Turkish Alcaron:
Plays, and a Dancing school, have made him fit
To be esteem'd (by his own Tribe) a VVit,
And from the Femal sort his smooth words can,
Gain the applause of pretty Gentleman:
Civil, well spoken, that neglects the Road
Of common Garb, and does it Al le mode:
A Crittick in the fashion, and hath speeches
In praise of Ribbon points about the breeches:
Extolling these grave Times, that have begun
So punctual a Reformation.
The serving Creatures are his Apes, and know
His Nod, his Smile, his Simper, and his Bow:
The Vintners are corrupted with 't, and vent
Their vilest VVine with deep-fetch'd Complement,
By the queint terms of Good Accommodation
And such words squirted through the teeth, as when,
They tast your wine, like learned Cellar men:
Your Plush-tongu'd Mercer (to) it doth infect,
Who learns to Cozen you with Great respect;
And sell his words ith' bargain: but you must
By your Belief, teach him the way to trust.
We draw so much our Neighbouring Air of France,
That Complement (like an Inheritance:
Is Native) like Diseases of succession,
And sticks, as close as Primitive Transgression;
What vanity it is ith' open Street,
Meeting your friend, to dance about his feet,
And he 'bout yours, as if you meant to shew,
The people tricks, whether they wil or no,
Or protest Friendship to the man you Hate,
And Promise what you vow to Violate:
Happy those Times that could such Men afford
Whose greatest Obligation, was a Word;
Whose if I can I will, was of more power,
And vallid, then the Oaths of a whole Hour,
Vented in this Age; when but Clapping Hands
Where Seals, and Signets, Bonds, & Counterbonds;
For nothing more hath caus'd this Kingdomes smart,
Then such division 'twixt the Tongue and Heart.
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