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A30770
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Hudibras in three parts.
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Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680.
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1684
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Wing B6319; ESTC R32601
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your Native Insolences That to your own Imperious Wills Laid Law and Gospel Neck and Heels Corrupted the Old Testament To serve the New for Precedent T' amend its Errors and Defects With Murther and Rebellion-Texts Of which there is not any one In all the Book to sow upon And therefore from your Tribe the Jews Held Christian Doctrine forth and Vse As Mahomet your Chief began To mix them in the Alchoran Denounc'd and pray'd with Fierce Devotion And bended Elbows on the Cushion Stole from the Beggars all your Tones And Gifted Mortifying Groans Had Lights where better Eyes were blind As Pigs are said to see the Wind Fill'd Bedlam with Predestination And Knights-Bridge with Illumination Made Children with your Tones to run for 't As bad as Bloody Bones or Lunsford While Women Great with Child miscarri'd For being to Malignants marri'd Transform'd all Wives to Dalilahs Whose Husbands were not for the Cause And turn'd the Men to Ten-Horn'd Cattel Because they came not out to Battel Made Taylors Prentices turn Heroes For fear of being transform'd to Meroz And rather forfeit their Indentures Than not espouse the Saints Adventures Could Transubstantiate Metamorphose And charm whole Herds of Beasts like Orpheus Inchant the King's and Churches Lands T' obey and follow your Commands And settle on a New Free-hold As Marcly-Hill had done of Old Could turn the Covenant and translate The Gospel into Spoons and Plate Expound upon all Merchants Cashes And open th' intricatest Places Could Catechise a Mony Box And prove all Powches Orthodox Vntil the Cause became a Damon And Pythias the wicked Mammon And yet in spight of all your Charms To conjure Legion up in Arms And raise more Devils in the Rout Than e'er ywere able to cast out Y' have been reduc'd and by those Fools Bred up you say in your own Schools Who though but gifted at your feet Have made it plain they have more Wit By whom you have been so oft trepan'd And held forth out of all Command Out-gifted Out-impuls'd Out-done And Out-reveal'd at Carryings on Of all your Dispensations Worm'd Out-providenc'd and Out-reform'd Ejected out of Church and State And all things but the People's Hate And spirited out of th' Enjoyments Of precious edifying Employments By those who lodg'd their Gifts and Graces Like better Bowlers in your Places All which you bore with Resolution Charg'd on th' Account of Persecution And though most Righteously opprest Against your Wills still acquiest And never Hum'd and Hah'd Sedition Nor snuffled Treason nor Misprision That is because you never durst For had you preach'd and pray'd your worst Alas you were no longer able To raise your Posse of the Rabble One single Red-Coat Sentinel Out-charm'd the Magick of the Spell And with his Squirt-fire could disperse Whole Troops with Chapter rais'd and Verse We knew too well those tricks of yours To leave it ever in your Powers Or trust our Safeties or Vndoings To your disposing of Out-goings Or to your Ordering Providence One Farthings-worth of Consequence For had you Pow'r to undermine Or Wit to carry a Design Or Correspondence to trepan Inveagle or betray one Man There 's nothing else that intervenes And bars your Zeal to use the means And therefore wondrous like no doubt To bring in Kings or keep them out Brave undertakers to restore That could not keep your selves in pow'r T' advance the Intersts of the Crown That wanted Wit to keep your own 'T is true you have for I 'ld be loth To wrong ye done your Parts in Both To keep him out and bring him in As Grace is introduc'd by Sin For 't was your zealous want of Sense And sanctifi'd Impertinence Your carrying business in a Huddle That forc'd our Rulers to New-Modle Oblig'd the State to tack about And turn you Root and Branch all out To Reformado One and All T' your Great Croysado General Your greedy slav'ring to devour Before 't was in your Clutches Pow'r That sprung the Game you were to set Before y' had time to draw the Net Your spight to see the Churches Lands Divided into other Hands And all your Sacrilegious Ventures Laid out on Tickets and Debentures Your Envy to be sprinkled down By Vnder Churches in the Town And no Course us'd to stop their Mouths Nor th' Independants spreading Growths All which consider'd 't is most true None bring him in so much as you Who have prevail'd beyond their Plots Their Midnight Junto's and seal'd Knots That thrive more by your Zealous Piques Than all their own rash Politicks And thâ—s way you may claim a share In carrying as you brag th' Affair Else Frogs and Toads that croak'd the Jews From Pharo and his Brick-kills-loose And Flies and Mange that set them free From Task-Masters and Slavery Were likelier to do the Feat In any indifferent Man's Conceit For who e'er heard of Restoratian Vntill your thorough Reformation That is the King 's and Churches Lands Were sequestred in t ' other Hands For only then and not before Your Eyes were opened to restore And when the Work was carrying on Who crost it but your selves alone As by a World of Hints appears All plain and extant as your Ears But first o' th' first the Isle of Wight Will rise up if you should deny 't Where Hinderson and th' other Masses Were sent to cap Texts and put Cases To pass for Deep and Learned Scholars Although but Paltry Ob-and-Sollers As if th' unseasonable Fools Had been a Cursing in the Schools Vntil th' had prov'd the Devil Author O' th' Covenant and the Cause his Daughter For when they charg'd him with the Guilt Of all the Blood that had been spilt They did not mean he wrought th' Effusion In Person like Sir Pride or Hughson But only those who first begun The Quarrel were by him set on And who could those be but the Saints Those Reformation-Termegants But e'er this past the wise Debate Spent so much time it grew too late For Oliver had gotten Ground T' enclose them with his Warriers round Had brought his Providence about And turn'd the untimely Sophists out Nor had the Uxbridge bus'ness less Of Non-sence in 't and sottishness When from a Scoundrel Holder-forth The Scum as well as Son o' th' Earth Your mighty Senators took Law At his Command were forc'd t' withdraw And sacrifice the Peace o' th' Nation To Doctrine Vse and Application So when the Scots your constant Cronies Th' Espousers of your Cause and Monies Who had so often in your Aid So many ways been soundly paid Came in at last for better Ends To prove themselves your trusty Friends You basely left them and the Church Th' had train'd you up to in the Lurch And suffer'd your own Tribe of Christians To fall before as true Philistines This shews what Vtensils y' have been To bring the King's Concernments in Which is so far from being true That none but He can bring in You. And if he take you into
Directory and Indian Pagod And drown'd their Discipline like a Kitten On which th' had been so long a fitting Decry'd it as a Holy Cheat Grown out of Date and Obsolete And all the Saints o' the first Grass As casting Foles of Balams Ass At this the Knight grew high in Chafe And staring furiously on Ralph He trembl'd and lookt pale with ire Like Ashes first then Red as Fire Have I quoth he been ta'en in fight And for so many Moons lay'n by 't And when all other means did fail Have been exchang'd for Tubs of Ale Not but they thought me worth a Ransom Much more considerable and handsom But for their own sakes and for fear They were not safe when I was there Now to be baffl'd by a Scoundrel An upstart Sect'ry and a Mungrel Such as breed out of peccant humors Of our own Church like VVens and Tumors And like a Maggot in a Sore Would that which gave it life devour It never shall be done nor said With that he seiz'd upon his Blade And Ralpho too as quick and bold Upon his Basket hilt laid hold With equal readiness prepar'd To draw and stand upon his Guard When both were parted on the sudden With hideous clamour and a loud one As of all sorts of Noise had been Contracted into one loud Din Or that some Member to be chosen Had got the Odds above a Thousand And by the greatness of his noise Prov'd fittest for his Countreys choice This strange surprisal put the Knight And wrathful Squire into a fright And though they stood prepar'd with fatal Impetious rancour to joyn Battle Both though it was their wisest course To wave the Fight and mount to Horse And to secure by swift retreating Themselves from danger of worse beating Yet neither of them would disparage By utt'ring of his mind his Courage Which made 'em stoutly keep their ground With horror and disdain wind-bound And now the cause of all their fear By slow degrees approach'd so near They might distinguish diff'rent noise Of Horns and Pans and Dogs and Boys And Kettle Drums whose sullen Dub Sounds like the hooping of a Tub But when the Sight appear'd in view They found it was an antique Show A Triumph that for Pomp aud State Did proudest Romans emulate For as the Aldermen of Rome For foes at training overcome And not enlarging Territory As some mistaken write in Story Being mounted in their best Aray Upon a Carre and who but they And follow'd with a a world of Tall Lads That merry Ditties trol'd and Ballads Did ride with many a good morrow Crying hey for our Town through the Burrough So when this Triumph drew so nigh They might particulars descry They never saw two things so Pat In all respects as this and that First he that led the Cavalcate Wore a Sowgelders Flagellate On which he blew so strong a Levet As well fee'd Lawyer on his Breviate When over one another's heads They charge three Ranks at once like Swedes Next Pans and Kettles of all keys From Trebles down to double-base And after them upon a Nag That might pass for a forehand Stag A Cornet rode and on his Staff A Smock display'd did proudly wave Then Bagpipes of the loudest Drones With snuffing broken-winded tones Whose blasts of Air in Pockets shut Sound filthier than from the Gut And make a viler noise than Swine In windy-weather when they whine Next one upon a pair of Panniers Full fraught with that which for good manners Shall here be nameless mixt with Grains Which he dispenc'd among the Swains And busily upon the Crowd At random round about bestow'd Then mounted on a horned Horse One bore a Gauntlet and Gilt-spurs Ty'd to the Pummel of a long Swor He held reverst the point turn'd downward Next after on a raw-bon'd Steed The Conqueror's Standard-bearer rid And bore aloft before the Champion A Petticoat display'd and Rampant Near whom the Amazon triumphant Bestrid her Beast and on the Rump on 't Sate face to Tayl and Bum to Bum The Warrier whilome overcome Arm'd with a Spindle and a Distaff Which as he rode she made him twist off And when he loiter'd o'er her Shoulder Chastiz'd the Reformado Souldier Before the Dame and round about March'd Whiflers and Staffiers on foot With Lacquies Grooms Valets and Pages In fit and proper equipages Of whom some Torches bore some Links Before the proud Virago-Minx That was both Madam and a Don Like Nero's Sporus or Pope Joan And at fit Periods the whole Rout Set up their throats with clam'rous shout The Knight transported and the Squire Put up their Weapons and their Ire And Hudibras who us'd to ponder On such Sights with judicious wonder Could hold no longer to impart His Animadversions for his Heart Quoth he In all my life till now I ne'er saw so prophane a Show It is a Paganish invention Which Heathen writers often mention And he who made it had read Goodwin I warrant him and understood him With all the Grecians Speeds and Stows That best describe those Antient Shows And has observ'd all fit Decorums VVe find describ'd by old Historians For as a Roman Conqueror That put an end to forraign VVar Ent'ring the Town in Triumph for it Bore a Slave with him in his Chariot So this insulting Female Brave Carries behind her here a Slave And as the Ancients long ago VVhen they in field defy'd the foe Hung out their Mantles della Guer So her proud Standard-bearer here Waves on his Spear in dreadful manner A Tyrian-Petticoat for a Banner Next Links and Torches heretofore Still born before the Emperor And as in Antique Triumphs Eggs Were born for mystical intregues There 's one in Truncheon like a Ladle That carries Eggs too fresh or adle And still at random as he goes Among the Rabble-rout bestows Quoth Ralpho You mistake the matter For all th' Antiquity you smatter Is but a Riding us'd of course VVhen the Grey Mares the better Horse VVhen o'er the Breeches greedy Women Fight to extend their vast Dominion And in the cause impatient Grizel Has drubb'd her Husband with Bulls-Pizle And brought him under Covert-Baron To turn her Vassail with a Murrain VVhen Wives their Sexes shift like Hares And ride their Husbands like Night-Mares And they in mortal Battle vanquish'd Are of their Charter dis-enfranchis'd And by the right of VVar like Gils Condemn to Distaff Horns and VVheels For when men by their VVives are Cow'd Their Horns of course are understood Quoth Hudibras Thou still giv'st sentence â—mpertinently and against sence T is not the least disparagement To be defeated by th' event Not to be beaten by main force That does not make a man the worse Although his shoulders with Batoon Be claw'd and cudgell'd to some tune A Taylors Prentice has no hard Measure that 's bang'd with a true yard But to turn Tail or run away And without blows give up the Day Or to surrender ere the Assault That 's no