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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Impecunious Fop</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See'st thou how gaily my young master goes,<br>Vaunting himself upon his rising toes;<br>And pranks his hand upon his dagger's side;<br>And picks his glutted teeth since late noon-tide?<br>'Tis Ruffio: Trow'st thou where he dined to-day?<br>In sooth I saw him sit with Duke Humphrey.<br>Many good welcomes, and much gratis cheer,<br>Keeps he for every straggling cavalier;<br>An open house, haunted with great resort;<br>Long service mixt with musical disport.<br>Many fair younker with a feathered crest,<br>Chooses much rather be his shot-free guest,<br>To fare so freely with so little cost,<br>Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host.<br>Hadst thou not told me, I should surely say<br>He touched no meat of all this livelong day;<br>For sure methought, yet that was but a guess,<br>His eyes seemed sunk for very hollowness,<br>But could he have--as I did it mistake--<br>So little in his purse, so much upon his back?<br>So nothing in his maw? yet seemeth by his belt<br>That his gaunt gut no too much stuffing felt.<br>See'st thou how side it hangs beneath his hip?<br>Hunger and heavy iron makes girdles slip.<br>Yet for all that, how stiffly struts he by,<br>All trapped in the new-found bravery.<br>The nuns of new-won Calais his bonnet lent,<br>In lieu of their so kind a conquerment.<br>What needed he fetch that from farthest Spain,<br>His grandame could have lent with lesser pain?<br>Though he perhaps ne'er passed the English shore,<br>Yet fain would counted be a conqueror.<br>His hair, French-like, stares on his frighted head,<br>One lock Amazon-like dishevelled,<br>As if he meant to wear a native cord,<br>If chance his fates should him that bane afford.<br>All British bare upon the bristled skin,<br>Close notched is his beard, both lip and chin;<br>His linen collar labyrinthian set,<br>Whose thousand double turnings never met:<br>His sleeves half hid with elbow pinionings,<br>As if he meant to fly with linen wings.<br>But when I look, and cast mine eyes below,<br>What monster meets mine eyes in human show?<br>So slender waist with such an abbot's loin,<br>Did never sober nature sure conjoin.<br>Lik'st a strawn scarecrow in a new-sown field,<br>Reared on some stick, the tender corn to shield,<br>Or, if that semblance suit not every deal,<br>Like a broad shake-fork with a slender steel.<br>Despised nature suit them once aright,<br>Their body to their coat both now disdight.<br>Their body to their clothes might shapen be,<br>That will their clothes shape to their bodie.<br>Meanwhile I wonder at so proud a back,<br>Whiles the empty guts loud rumblen for long lack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Hall">Joseph Hall</a><div class=q>
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Vaunting himself upon his rising toes;
And pranks his hand upon his dagger's side;
And picks his glutted teeth since late noon-tide?
'Tis Ruffio: Trow'st thou where he dined to-day?
In sooth I saw him si..."></div>
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