I would guess that ‘Iagges’ is a form (unrecorded by OED) of ‘jakes’—so the best fruits of wit end up as lavatory paper. The crap (so to speak) rhyme is quite good in the context of a poem that so pointedly does not use the word ‘shit’.
Elevatedly,
Colin Burrow,
Senior Research Fellow,
All Souls College,
Oxford
OX1 4AL
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Dear list--I was distressed, when we were discussing paper, by those bad puns and by Beth Quitslund squeamish response to my reminder that paper (often? always?) came from rags and that rags, often, came from discarded old underwear (but not, I gather, from underpants for women, which had yet to be invented--something relevant to Donne's Elegy 19). What bad taste! What fear of centuries old germs! So to elevate the conversation and for those interested in early modern printing practices, I pass on a bit from John Davies' "The Muses Sacrifice" (1612 edition--I don't know if it's the first) from his "Proper Appendix," on the redemption of paper by the wit of what is printed on it. sig. T4v. I'm not sure what "lagges" are, though. Enjoy:
And as the Paper-mill, of rotten Raggs
tane from the Dung-hill, by still mauling it,
Makes so white Paper, as the filthy Iagges
may now infold the purest part of Wit,
Or purest things that come from Heart, or Hand:
so, we by Martyrdome, are made most fit
(How euer base) in glory still to stand:
And made more apt (diuinely) to comprise
Gods glorious Graces, and his Rarities.