your time ith' penal Statutes.
To heare the curious Tenets controverted
Between a Protestant Constable, and Jesuit Cobler,
To pick natural Philosophic out of bawdry,
When your Worship's pleas'd to correctifie a Lady;
Nor 'tis not the main moral of blinde Justice,
(Which is deep learning) when your worships Tenants
Bring a light cause, and heavie Hennes before yee,
Both fat and feesible, a Goose or Pig,
And then you sit like equity with both hands
Weighing indifferently the state oth' question.
These are your quodlibets, but no learning Brother.

_Bri._ You are so parlously in love with learning,
That I'de be glad to know what you understand, brother.
I'me sure you have read all _Aristotle_. _Mir._ Faith no,
But I beleeve, I have a learned faith Sir,
And that's it makes a Gentleman of my sort;
Though I can speak no Greek I love the sound on't,
It goes so thundering as it conjur'd Devils.
_Charles_ speakes it loftily, and if thou wert a man,
Or had'st but ever heard of _Homers Iliads_,
_Hesiod_, and the Greek Poets, thou wouldst run mad,
And hang thy self for joy th' hadst such a Gentleman
To be thy son; O he has read such things
To me! _Bri._ And you do understand 'm Brother?

_Mir._ I tell thee no, that's not material; the sound's
Sufficient to confirme an honest man:
Good brother _Brisac_, do's your young Courtier
That weares the fine cloathes, and is the excellent Gentleman,
(The Traveller, the Souldier, as you think too)
Understand any other power than his Taylor?
Or knowes what motion is more than an Horse race?
What the moon meanes, but to light him home from Taverns?
Or the comfort of the Sun is, but to weare slash't clothes in?
And must this peece of ignorance be popt up,
Because 't can Kisse the hand, and cry sweet Lady?
Say it had been at _Rome_, and seen the Reliques,
Drunk your _Verdea_ wine, and ridde at _Naples_,
Brought home a pox of _Venice_ treacle with it,
To cure young wenches that have eaten ashes:
Must this thing therefore?-- _Bri._ Yes Sir this thing must,
I will not trust my land to one so sotted,
So grown like a disease unto his studie;
He that will fling off all occasions
And cares, to make him understand what state is,
And how to govern it, must by that reason,
Be flung himself aside from managing:
My younger boy is a fine Gentleman.

_Mir._ He is an asse, a peece of Ginger-bread,
Gilt over to please foolish girles puppets.

_Bri._ You are my elder Brother. _Mir._ So I had n