and honest, and, in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter’d, to make bold withal, and, as the all-cheering sun Should in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain this two days buried. Go