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 As is an empty gallant full of form, That thinks each look an act, each drop a storm, That falls from his brave breathings; most brought up In our metropolis, and hath his cup Brought after him to feasts; and much palm bears, For his rare judgment in th' attire he wears: Hath seen the hot Low-Countries, not their heat, Observes their rampires and their buildings yet; And, for your sweet discourse with mouths, is heard Giving instructions with his very beard: Hath gone with an ambassador, and been A great man's mate in travelling, even to Rhene, And then puts all his worth in such a face, As he saw brave men make, and strives for grace To get his news forth; as when you descry A ship, with all her sail contends to fly Out of the narrow Thames with winds unapt, Now crosseth here, then there, then this way rapt, And then hath one point reach'd; then alters all, And to another crooked reach doth fall Of half a birdbolt's shoot; keeping more coil Than if she danc'd upon the Ocean's toil: So serious is his trifling company, In all his swelling ship of vacantry,