either to overlook, or to match, or to emulate him.  When his country friend comes to visit him, he carries him up to the awful presence, and now in his sight, crowding nearer to the chair of state, desires to be looked on, desires to be spoken to by the greatest, and studies how to offer an occasion, lest he should seem unknown, unregarded; and if any gesture of the least grace fall happily upon him, he looks back upon his friend, lest he should carelessly let it pass, without a note; and what he wanteth in sense he supplies in history.  His disposition is never but shamefully unthankful, for unless he have all he hath nothing.  It must be a large draught, whereof he will not say that those few drops do not slake but inflame him.  So still he thinks himself the worse for small favours.  His wit so contrives the likely plots of his promotion, as if he would steal it away without God’s knowledge, besides His will.  Neither doth he ever look up, and consult in his forecasts with the supreme Moderator of all things, as one that thinks honour is ruled by fortune, and that heaven meddleth not with the disposing of these earthly lots; and therefore it is just with that wise God to defeat his fairest hopes, and to bring him to a loss in the hottest of his chase, and to cause honour to fly away so much the faster, by how much it is more eagerly pursued.  Finally, he is an importunate suitor, a corrupt client, a violent undertaker, a smooth factor, but untrusty, a restless master of his own, a bladder puffed up with the wind of hope and self-love.  He is in the common body as a mole in the earth, ever unquietly casting; and, in one word, is nothing but a confused heap of envy, pride, covetousness.

OF THE UNTHRIFT.

He ranges beyond his pale, and lives without compass.  His expense is measured, not by ability, but will.  His pleasures are immoderate, and not honest.  A wanton eye, a liquorish tongue, a gamesome hand, have impoverished him.  The vulgar sort call him bountiful, and applaud him when he spends; and recompense him with wishes when he gives, with pity when he wants.  Neither can it be denied that he raught true liberality, but overwent it.  No man could have lived more laudably, if, when he was at the best, he had stayed there.  While he is present, none of the wealthier guests may pay aught to the shot without much vehemence, without danger of unkindness.  Use hath made it unpleasant to him not to spend.  He is in all things more ambitious of the title of good fellowship than of wisdom.  When he looks into the wealthy chest of his father, his conceit suggests that it cannot be emptied; and while he takes out some deal every day, he perceives not any diminution; and when the heap is sensibly abated, yet still flatters himself with enough.  One hand cozens the other, and the belly deceives both.  He doth not so much bestow benefits as scatter them.  True merit doth not carry them, but smoothness of adulation.  His