And shew the Multitude his Monkey-Face.
Sometimes alone th’ insipid Ideot rowls
The Admiration of fond gazing Fools,
Whose slender Opticks can no further go,
Than to the Splendor of the gilded Show.
Sometimes to prove their Conversation bright,
They bring with them a Gamester, Rake, or Wit;
Then decently deride the beauteous Ring,
And bawdy Jests around the Circle fling.
With bouncing Bell a lusheous Chat they hold,