Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reapd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took t away again.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
And telling me, the sovereignst thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be diggd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroyd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.
Note 1. Thomas Nash: Have with you to Saffron Walden.John Dryden: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. [back]