320 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;
[323] A’ can carve too, and lisp: why, this is he
[324] That kiss’d his hand away in courtesy;
325 This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms: nay, he can sing
[328] A mean most meanly; and in ushering,
Mend him who can: the ladies call him sweet;