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This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons peas ,
And utters it again when God doth please .
He is wit’s peddler , and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails , meetings , markets , fairs .
And we that sell by gross , the Lord doth know ,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show .
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve .
Had he been Adam , he had tempted Eve .
He can carve too , and lisp . Why , this is he
That kissed his hand away in courtesy .
This is the ape of form , Monsieur the Nice ,
That , when he plays at tables , chides the dice
In honorable terms . Nay , he can sing
A mean most meanly ; and in ushering
Mend him who can . The ladies call him sweet .
The stairs , as he treads on them , kiss his feet .
This is the flower that smiles on everyone
To show his teeth as white as whale’s bone ;
And consciences that will not die in debt
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet .