More tamely than your fathers you submit;
You're now grown vassals to them in your wit.
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Mark, when they play, how our fine fops advance }
The mighty merits of their men of France, }
Keep time, cry, Bon! and humour the cadence. }
Well, please yourselves; but sure 'tis understood,
That French machines have ne'er done England good.[335]
I would not prophecy our house's fate;
But while vain shows and scenes you over-rate,