after takes part with the strongest side and ruins both.  He steals him away from himself (as the fairies are said to do children in the cradle), and after changes him for a fool.  He whistles to him, as a carter does to his horse while he whips out his eyes and makes him draw what he pleases.  He finds out his humour and feeds it, till it will come to hand, and then he leads him whither he pleases.  He tickles him, as they do trouts, until he lays hold on him, and then devours and feeds upon him.  He tickles his ears with a straw, and while he is pleased with scratching it, picks his pocket, as the cutpurse served Bartl.  Cokes.  He embraces him and hugs him in his arms, and lifts him above ground, as wrestlers do, to throw him down again and fall upon him.  He possesses him with his own praises like an evil spirit, that makes him swell and appear stronger than he was, talk what he does not understand, and do things that he knows nothing of when he comes to himself.  He gives good words as doctors are said to give physic when they are paid for it, and lawyers advice when they are fee’d beforehand.  He is a poisoned perfume that infects the brain and murders those it pleases.  He undermines a man, and blows him up with his own praises to throw him down.  He commends a man out of design, that he may be presented with him and have him for his pains, according to the mode.

A PRODIGAL

Is a pocket with a hole in the bottom.  His purse has got a dysentery and lost its retentive faculty.  He delights, like a fat overgrown man, to see himself fall away and grow less.  He does not spend his money, but void it, and, like those that have the stone, is in pain till he is rid of it.  He is very loose and incontinent of his coin, and lets it fly, like Jupiter, in a shower.  He is very hospitable, and keeps open pockets for all comers.  All his silver turns to mercury, and runs through him as if he had taken it for the miserere or fluxed himself.  The history of his life begins with keeping of whores, and ends with keeping of hogs; and as he fed high at first, so he does at last, for acorns are very high food.  He swallows land and houses like an earthquake, eats a whole dining-room at a meal, and devours his kitchen at a breakfast.  He wears the furniture of his house on his back, and a whole feather-bed in his hat, drinks down his plate, and eats his dishes up.  He is not clothed, but hung.  He’ll fancy dancers cattle, and present his lady with messuage and tenement.  He sets his horses at inn and inn, and throws himself out of his coach at come the caster.  He should be a good husband, for he has made more of his estate in one year than his ancestors did in twenty.  He dusts his estate as they do a stand of ale in the north.  His money in his pocket (like hunted venison) will not keep; if it be not spent presently it grows stale, and is thrown away.  He possesses his estate as the devil