Who had no other proofe to testify He serv’d the Lord, but age and baudery[105]. Away, for shame, why should foure miles devide Warwicke and us? They that have horses ride. A short mile from the towne, an humble shrine[106] At foote of an high rock consists, in signe Of Guy and his devotions; who there stands Ugly and huge, more then a man on ’s hands: His helmett steele, his gorgett mayl, his sheild Brass, made the chappell fearefull as a feild. And let this answere all the Popes complaints; Wee sett up gyants though wee pull downe saintes. Beyond this, in the roadway as wee went, A pillar stands, where this Colossus leant; Where he would sigh and love, and, for hearts ease, Oftimes write verses (some say) such as these: “Here will I languish in this silly bower, Whilst my true love triumphes in yon high tower.” No other hinderance now, but wee may passe Cleare to our inne: Oh there an hostesse was, To whome the Castle and the Dun Cow are Sights after dinner; shee is morning ware. Her whole behaviour borrowed was, and mixt, Halfe foole, halfe puppet, and her pace betwixt Measure and jigge; her court’sy was an honour; Her gate, as if her neighbour had out-gon her. Shee was barrd up in whale-bones which doe leese None of the whales length; for they reach’d her knees: Off with her head, and then shee hath a middle: As her wast stands, shee lookes like the new fiddle, The favorite Theorbo, (truth to tell yee,) Whose neck and throat are deeper then the belly[107]. Have you seene monkyes chain’d about the loynes, Or pottle-potts with rings? Just soe shee joynes Her selfe together: A dressing shee doth love In a small print below, and text above. What though her name be King, yet tis noe treason, Nor breach of statute, for to aske the reason Of her brancht ruffe, a cubit every poke: I seeme to wound her, but shee strook the stroke At our departure; and our worshipps there Pay’d for our titles deare as any where: Though beadles and professors both have done, Yet every inne claimes augmentation. Please you walke out and see the Castle[108]? Come, The owner saith, it is a schollers home; A place of strength and health: in the same fort, You would conceive a castle and a court. The orchards, gardens, rivers, and the aire, Doe with the trenches, rampires, walls, compare: It seemes nor art nor force can intercept it, As if a lover built, a souldier kept it. Up to the tower, though it be steepe and high, Wee doe not climbe but walke; and though the eye Seeme to be weary, yet our feet are still In the same posture cozen’d up the hill: And thus the workemans art deceaves our sence, Making those rounds of pleasure a defence. As wee descend, the lord of all this frame, The honorable Chancellour, towards us came[109].