A RIBALD

Is the devil's hypocrite, that endeavours to make himself appear worse

than he is. His evil words and bad manners strive which shall most

corrupt one another, and it is hard to say which has the advantage. He

vents his lechery at the mouth, as some fishes are said to engender. He

is an unclean beast that chews the cud, for after he has satisfied his

lust he brings it up again into his mouth to a second enjoyment, and

plays an after-game of lechery with his tongue much worse than that

which the _Cunnilingi_ used among the old Romans. He strips Nature stark

naked, and clothes her in the most fantastic and ridiculous fashion a

wild imagination can invent. He is worse and more nasty than a dog, for

in his broad descriptions of others' obscene actions he does but lick up

the vomit of another man's surfeits. He tells tales out of a

vaulting-school. A lewd, bawdy tale does more hurt and gives a worse

example than the thing of which it was told, for the act extends but to

few, and if it be concealed goes no farther; but the report of it is

unlimited, and may be conveyed to all people and all times to come. He

exposes that with his tongue which Nature gave women modesty, and brute

beasts tails, to cover. He mistakes ribaldry for wit, though nothing is

more unlike; and believes himself to be the finer man the filthier he

talks, as if he were above civility as fanatics are above ordinances,

and held nothing more shameful than to be ashamed of anything. He talks

nothing but Aretine's pictures, as plain as the Scotch dialect, which is

esteemed to be the most copious and elegant of the kind. He improves and

husbands his sins to the best advantage, and makes one vice find

employment for another; for what he acts loosely in private he talks as

loosely of in public, and finds as much pleasure in the one as the

other. He endeavours to purchase himself a reputation by pretending to

that which the best men abominate and the worst value not, like one that

clips and washes false coin and ventures his neck for that which will

yield him nothing.

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