Originally published in The Literary Chronicle and Weekly Review (J. Limbird) vol.1 #25 (06 Nov 1819).
Is a holiday clowne, and differs only in the stuffe of his clothes, not the stuffe of himselfe: for he bare the kiag's sword before he had armes to wield it; yet being once laid o'er the shoulder with a knighthood, he finds the herauld his friend. His father was a man of good stocke, though but a tanner, or usurer: be purchased the land, and his son the title. He has doft off the name of a country fellow, but the looke not so easie, and his face beares still a relish of churne milk. Hee is garded with more gold lace then all the gentlemen o'th country, yet his bedy makes his clothes still out of fashion. This housekeeping is seen much in the distinct families of dogges, and seruing men attendant on their kennels, and the deepnesse of their throats is the depth of their discourse. A hawke he esteemes the true burthen of nobilitie, aud is exceeding ambitious to seeme delighted im the sport, and have his first glove with his lesses. A justice of poace hee is to domineere in his parish, and doe his neighbour wrong with more right. And very scandalous he is in his authoritie, for no sin almost which hee will not commit. Hee will be drunke with hunters for company, and staine his gentility with droppings of ale. He ts fearefull of being sheriff of the shire by instinct, and dreads the size week as much as a prisoner. In summe he is but a clod of his owne earth; or his land is the dunghill, and he the cocke that crowes over it. And commouly his race is quickly runne, and his children's children, though they scape hanging, returne to the place from whence they came.—From Bishop Earles' Microcosmographia.