Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph
In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe;
Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth,
To make a lusty-jelly for his broth.
966. UPON VINEGAR.
Vinegar is no other, I define,
Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine.
967. UPON MUDGE.
Mudge every morning to the postern comes,
His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums.
971. UPON LUPES.
Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid;
But for his heart, he cannot have it made;
The reason is, his credit cannot get
The inward garbage for his clothes as yet.
972. RAGS.
What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents,
But the base dregs and lees of vestiments?