And besides, sir, You are not like a...

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And besides, sir,

You are not like a thresher that doth stand

With a huge flail, watching a heap of corn,

And, hungry, dares not taste the smallest grain,

But feeds on mallows, and such bitter herbs;

Nor like the merchant, who hath fill'd his vaults

With Romagnia, and rich Candian wines,

Yet drinks the lees of Lombard's vinegar:

You will not lie in straw, whilst moths and worms

Feed on your sumptuous hangings and soft beds;

You know the use of riches, and dare give now

From that bright heap, to me, your poor observer,

Or to your dwarf, or your hermaphrodite,

Your eunuch, or what other household-trifle

Your pleasure allows maintenance.

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