The Germans! he has been amongst them, and amongst many other nations, and confesses that his opinion of the Germans, as men, is a very low one.

Germany, it is true, has produced one very great man, the monk who fought the pope, and nearly knocked him down; but this man his countrymen--a telling fact--affect to despise, and of course the Anglo-Germanists: the father of Anglo-Germanism was very fond of inveighing against Luther.
The madness, or rather foolery, of the English for foreign customs, dresses, and languages, is not an affair of to-day or yesterday--it is of very ancient date, and was very properly exposed nearly three centuries ago by one Andrew Borde, who, under the picture of a "Naked man with a pair of shears in one hand, and a roll of cloth in the other," {313} inserted the following lines along with others:-- "I am an Englishman, and naked I stand here, Musing in my mind what garment I shall weare; For now I will weare this, and now I will weare that, Now I will weare, I cannot tell what.
All new fashions be pleasant to mee, I will have them, whether I thrive or thee; What do I care if all the world me fail?
I will have a garment reach to my taile; Then am I a minion, for I weare the new guise.
The next yeare after I hope to be wise, Not only in wearing my gorgeous array, For I will go to learning a whole summer's day; I will learn Latine, Hebrew, Greek, and French, And I will learn Dutch, sitting on my bench.
I had no peere if to myself I were true, Because I am not so, divers times do I rue.
Yet I lacke nothing, I have all things at will If I were wise and would hold myself still, And meddle with no matters but to me pertaining, But ever to be true to God and my king.
But I have such matters rowling in my pate, That I will and do.

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