a filthy knave, a deformed quean, a crooked carcass, a mawkin, a witch, a rotten post, a hedgestake may be so set out and tricked up, that it shall make as fair a show, as much enamour as the rest:  many a silly fellow is so taken. Primum luxuriae, aucupium, one calls it, the first snare of lust; [4999]_Bossus aucupium animarum, lethalem arundinem_, a fatal reed, the greatest bawd, forte lenocinium, sanguineis lachrymis deplorandum, saith [5000]Matenesius, and with tears of blood to be deplored.  Not that comeliness of clothes is therefore to be condemned, and those usual ornaments:  there is a decency and decorum in this as well as in other things, fit to be used, becoming several persons, and befitting their estates; he is only fantastical that is not in fashion, and like an old image in arras hangings, when a manner of attire is generally received; but when they are so new-fangled, so unstaid, so prodigious in their attires, beyond their means and fortunes, unbefitting their age, place, quality, condition, what should we otherwise think of them?  Why do they adorn themselves with so many colours of herbs, fictitious flowers, curious needleworks, quaint devices, sweet-smelling odours, with those inestimable riches of precious stones, pearls, rubies, diamonds, emeralds, &c.?  Why do they crown themselves with gold and silver, use coronets and tires of several fashions, deck themselves with pendants, bracelets, earrings, chains, girdles, rings, pins, spangles, embroideries, shadows, rebatoes, versicolour ribands? why do they make such glorious shows with their scarves, feathers, fans, masks, furs, laces, tiffanies, ruffs, falls, calls, cuffs, damasks, velvets, tinsels, cloth of gold, silver, tissue? with colours of heavens, stars, planets:  the strength of metals, stones, odours, flowers, birds, beasts, fishes, and whatsoever Africa, Asia, America, sea, land, art, and industry of man can afford?  Why do they use and covet such novelty of inventions; such new-fangled tires, and spend such inestimable sums on them?  “To what end are those crisped, false hairs, painted faces,” as [5001]the satirist observes, “such a composed gait, not a step awry?” Why are they like so many Sybarites, or Nero’s Poppaea, Ahasuerus’ concubines, so costly, so long a dressing, as Caesar was marshalling his army, or a hawk in pruning? [5002]_Dum moliuntur, dum comuntur annus est_:  a [5003]gardener takes not so much delight and pains in his garden, a horseman to dress his horse, scour his armour, a mariner about his ship, a merchant his shop and shop-book, as they do about their faces, and all those other parts:  such setting up with corks, straightening with whalebones; why is it, but as a day-net catcheth larks, to make young men stoop unto them?  Philocharus, a gallant in Aristenaetus, advised his friend Poliaenus to take heed of such enticements, [5004]"for it was the sweet sound and motion of his mistress’s spangles and bracelets, the smell of her ointments, that captivated