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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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man Compos'd of many ingredient Valors Just like the Manhood of nine Taylors So a wild Tartar when he spies A man that 's handsome valiant wise If he can kill him thinks t' inherit His Wit his Beauty and his Spirit As if just so much he enjoy'd As in another is destroy'd For when a Giant 's slain in fight And mow'd o'rthwart or cleft downright It is a heavy case no doubt A man should have his Brains beat out Because he 's tall and has large Bones As men kill Beavers for their Stones But as for our part we shall tell The naked Truth of what befell And as an equal friend to both The Knight and Bear but more to Troth With neither Faction shall take part But give to each his due desert And never coyn a formal lye on 't To make the Knight o'rcome the Giant This b'ing profest we hope 's enough And now go on where we left off They rod but Authors having not Determin'd whether Pace or Trot That is to say whether Tollutation As they do tearm 't or Succussation We leave it and go on as now Suppose they did no matter how Yet some from subtle hints have got Mysterious light it was a Trot. But let that pass they now begun To spur their living Engines on For as whipp'd Tops and bandy'd Balls The learned hold are Animals So Horses they affirm to be Mere Engines made by Geometry And were invented first from Engins As Indian Britans were from Penguins So let them be and as I was saying They their live Engines ply'd not staying Until they reach'd the fatal champain Which the Enemy did then incamp on The dire Pharsalian Plain where Battel Was to be wag'd 'twixt puissant Cattel And fierce Auxiliary Men That came to aid their Brethren Who now began to take the Field As from his Steed the Knight beheld For as our modern wits behold Mounted a Pick-back on the Old Much further off much further he Rais'd on his aged Beast could see Yet not sufficient to descry All postures of the enemy And therefore orders the bold Squire T' advance and view their Body nigher That when their motions he had known He might know how to fit his own Mean while he stopp'd his willing Steed To fit himself for Martial deed Both kinds of mettle he prepar'd Either to give blows or to ward Courage within and Steel without To give or to receive a Rout. His Death-charg'd Pistols he did fit well Drawn out from life-preserving vittle These being prim'd with force he labour'd To free 's Sword from retentive Scabbard And after many a painful pluck He clear'd at length the rugged Tuck Then shook himself to see that Prowess In Scabbard of his Arms sate loose And rais'd upon his desperate foot On stirrup side he gaz'd about Portending Bloud like Blazing Star The Beacon of approaching War The Squire advanc'd with greater speed Than could b' expected from his Steed But far more in returning made For now the Foe he had survey'd Rang'd as to him they did appear With Van main Battel Wings and Rear In th' head of all this Warlike Rabble Crowdero march'd expert and able Instead of Trumpet and of Drum That makes the Warrier's stomach come Whose noise whets Valour sharp like Beer By Thunder turn'd to Vineger For if a Trumpet sound or Drum beat Who has not a months mind to combat A squeaking Engine he apply'd Unto his Neck on North-east side Just where the Hangman does dispose To special friends the fatal Noose For 't is great Grace when Statsmen straight Dispatch a friend let others wait His warped Ear hung o're the strings Which was but Souce to Chitterlings For Guts some write e're they are sodden Are fit for Musick or for Pudden From whence men borrow ev'ry kind Of Minstrelsy by string or wind His grizly Beard was long and thick With which he strung his Fiddle-stick For he to Horse-tail scorn'd to owe For what on his own chin did grow Chiron the four legg'd Bard had both A Beard and Tail of his own growth And yet by Authors 't is averr'd He made use only of his Beard In Staffordshire where Vertuous worth Does raise the Minstrelsy not Birth Where Bulls do chuse the boldest King And Ruler o're the men of string As once in Persia t is said Kings were proclaim'd by a Horse that neigh'd He bravely vent'ring at a Crown By chance of War was beaten down And wounded sore his Leg then broke Had got a Deputy of Oke For when a shin in fight is cropt The knee with one of timber's propt Esteem'd more honourable than the other And takes place though the younger Brother Next march'd Brave Orsin famous for Wise Conduct and success in War A skilful Leader stout severe Now Marshal to the Champion Bear With Truncheon tipp'd with Iron-head The Warrior to the lists he led With solemn march and stately pace But far more grave and solemn face Grave as the Emperor of Pegu Or Spanish Potentate Don Diego This Leader was of knowledge great Either for Charge or for Retreat Knew when t' engage his Bear Pel-mel And when to bring him off as well So Lawyers lest the Bear Defendant And Plaintiff Dog should make an end on 't Do stave and tail with Writs of Error Reverse of Judgment and Demurrer To let them breath a while and then Cry whoop and set them on agen As Romulus a Wolf did rear So he was dry-nurs'd by a Bear That fed him with the purchas'd prey Of many a fierce and bloudy fray Bred up where Discipline most rare is In Military Garden-Paris For Soldiers heretofore did grow In Gardens just as Weeds do now Until some splay-foot Polyticians T' Apollo offer'd up Petitions For licensing a new invention Th' â—ad found out of an antique Engine To root out all the Weeds that grow In publick Garden at a blow And leave th' Herbs standing Quoth Sir Sun My friends that is not to be done Not done quoth Statesmen yes an 't please ye When 't is once known you 'l say 't is easy Why then let 's know it quoth Apollo We 'l beat a Drum and they 'l all follow A Drum quoth Phoebus troth that 's true A pretty invention quaint and new But though of Voice and Instrument We are 't is true chief President We such loud Musick do not profess The Devil's Master of that Office Where it must pass if 't be a Drum He 'l sign it with Cler. Parl. Dom. Com. To him apply your selves and he Will soon dispatch you for his Fee They did so but it prov'd so ill Th' had better have let let them grow there still But to resume what we discoursing Wee on before that is stout Orsin That which so oft by sundry writers Has been apply'd t' almost all fighters More justly may b' ascrib'd to this Than any other Warrior viz. None ever acted both parts bolder Both of a Chieftain and a Soldier He was