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Clap your mule between your boughs , and god-den with you . '' Thus ended the conference betwixt the gentle King Jamie and his benevolent jeweller and goldsmith . O I do know him -- tis the mouldy lemon Which our court wits will wet their lips withal , When they would sauce their honied conversation With somewhat sharper flavour -- Marry sir , That virtue 's wellnigh left him -- all the juice That was so sharp and poignant , is squeezed out , While the poor rind , although as sour as ever , Must season soon the draff we give our grunters , For two legg 'd things are weary o n't . _ The Chamberlain -- A Comedy _ The good company invited by the hospitable citizen assembled at his house in Lombard Street at the `` hollow and hungry hour '' of noon , to partake of that meal which divides the day , being about the time when modern persons of fashion , turning themselves upon their pillow , begin to think , not without a great many doubts and much hesitation , that they will by and by commence it . Thither came the young Nigel , arrayed plainly , but in a dress , nevertheless , more suitable to his age and quality than he had formerly worn , accompanied by his servant Moniplies , whose outside also was considerably improved . His solemn and stern features glared forth from under a blue velvet bonnet , fantastically placed sideways on his head -- he had a sound and tough coat of English blue broad-cloth , which , unlike his former vestment , would have stood the tug of all the apprentices in Fleet Street . The buckler and broadsword he wore as the arms of his condition , and a neat silver badge , bearing his lord 's arms , announced that he was an appendage of aristocracy .