When to a house I come, and see The Genius wasteful, more than free: The servants thumbless, yet to eat With lawless tooth the flour of wheat: The sons to suck the milk of kine, More than the teats of discipline: The daughters wild and loose in dress, Their cheeks unstained with shamefac'dness: The husband drunk, the wife to be A bawd to incivility; I must confess, I there descry, A house spread through with leprosy. _Thumbless_, lazy: cp. painful thumb, _supra_. 1005. GOOD MANNERS AT MEAT. This rule of manners I will teach my guests: To come with their own bellies unto feasts; Not to eat equal portions, but to rise Farced with the food that may themselves suffice. _Farced_, stuffed. 1006. ANTHEA'S RETRACTATION. Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness, She with a dainty blush rebuk'd her face, And call'd each line back to his rule and space. 1007. COMFORTS IN CROSSES. Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down; Thy fall is but the rising to a crown. 1008. SEEK AND FIND. _Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out._ 1009. REST. On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd: _Labour is held up by the hope of rest_. 1010. LEPROSY IN CLOTHES. When flowing garments I behold Inspir'd with purple, pearl and gold, I think no other, but I see In them a glorious leprosy That does infect and make the rent More mortal in the vestiment. _As flowery vestures do descry The wearer's rich immodesty: So plain and simple clothes do show Where virtue walks, not those that flow._ 1012. GREAT MALADIES, LONG MEDICINES. _To an old sore a long cure must go on: Great faults require great satisfaction._ 1013. HIS ANSWER TO A FRIEND. You ask me what I do, and how I live? And, noble friend, this answer I must give: Drooping, I draw on to the vaults of death, O'er which you'll walk, when I am laid beneath. 1014. THE BEGGAR. Shall I a daily beggar be, For love's sake asking alms of thee? Still shall I crave, and never get A hope of my desired bit? Ah, cruel maids! I'll go my way, Whereas, perchance, my fortunes may Find out a threshold or a door That may far sooner speed the poor: Where thrice we knock, and none will hear, Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there. 1015. BASTARDS. Our bastard children are but like to plate Made by the coiners--illegitimate. 1016. HIS CHANGE. My many cares and much distress Has made me like a wilderness; Or, discompos'd, I'm like a rude And all confused multitude: Out of my comely manners worn, And, as in means, in mind all torn. 1017. THE VISION.