jests, as some wanderer with sermons, some three for all congregations, one especially against the scholar, a man to him much ridiculous, whom he knows by no other definition but a silly fellow in black.  He is a kind of walking mercer’s shop, and shews you one stuff to-day and another to-morrow; an ornament to the room he comes in as the fair bed and hangings be; and is merely ratable accordingly, fifty or an hundred pounds as his suit is.  His main ambition is to get a knighthood, and then an old lady, which if he be happy in, he fills the stage and a coach so much longer:  Otherwise, himself and his clothes grow stale together, and he is buried commonly ere he dies, in the gaol or the country.

A CONSTABLE

Is a viceroy in the street, and no man stands more upon’t that he is the king’s officer.  His jurisdiction extends to the next stocks, where he has commission for the heels only, and sets the rest of the body at liberty.  He is a scarecrow to that ale-house, where he drinks not his morning draught, and apprehends a drunkard for not standing in the king’s name.  Beggars fear him more than the justice, and as much as the whip-stock, whom he delivers over to his subordinate magistrates, the bridewell-man and the beadle.  He is a great stickler in the tumults of double jugs, and ventures his head by his place, which is broke many times to keep whole the peace.  He is never so much in his majesty as in his night-watch, where he sits in his chair of state, a shop-stall, and environed with a guard of halberts, examines all passengers.  He is a very careful man in his office, but if he stay up after midnight you shall take him napping.

A DOWN-RIGHT SCHOLAR

Is one that has much learning in the ore, unwrought and untried, which time and experience fashions and refines.  He is good metal in the inside, though rough and unsecured without, and therefore hated of the courtier, that is quite contrary.  The time has got a vein of making him ridiculous, and men laugh at him by tradition, and no unlucky absurdity but is put upon his profession, and done like a scholar.  But his fault is only this, that his mind is [somewhat] too much taken up with his mind, and his thoughts not loaden with any carriage besides.  He has not put on the quaint garb of the age, which is now a man’s [Imprimis and all the Item.[40]] He has not humbled his meditations to the industry of compliment, nor afflicted his brain in an elaborate leg.  His body is not set upon nice pins, to be turning and flexible for every motion, but his scrape is homely and his nod worse.  He cannot kiss his hand and cry, madam, nor talk idle enough to bear her company.  His smacking of a gentlewoman is somewhat too savoury, and he mistakes her nose for her lips.  A very woodcock would puzzle him in carving, and he wants the logick of a capon.  He has not the glib faculty