WE Ecce iterum Crifpinus. ELL, Sidrophel, though 'tis in vain Or your new nick'd-nam'd old invention 20 And torn your drum-heads with the found) That neither all men's fcorn and hate, Nor being laugh'd and pointed at, Can teach you wholesome fenfe and nurture; Upon that duller block, your pate? But ftill it must be lewdly bent To tempt your own due punishment; *This Epiftle was published ten years after the Third Canto of this Second Part, to which it is now annexed, namely, in the year 1674; and is faid, in a Key to a burlefque poem of Mr. Butler's, published 1-06, p. 13, to have been occafioned by Sir Paul Neal, a conceited virtuofo, and member of the Royal Society, who conftant-With folid bending of your brows; ly affirmed that Mr. Butler was not the Author of Hudibras, which gave rife to this Epiftle; and by fome he has been taken for the real Sidrophel of the Poem. This was the gentleman who, I am told, made a great difcovery of an elephant in the moon, which, upon examination, proved to be no other than a moufe which had mistaken its way, and got into his telefcope. See The Elephant in the Moon, in the fecond volume of Butler's Poems. All arts and fciences advance, 75 That all affronts do ftill give place 80 To your impenetrable face; For fools are known by looking wife, To judge, and cenfure, and controul, More than your dividend comes to: You'll find the thing will not be done With ignorance and face alone: That makes your way through all affairs, 85 For all impoftors, when they 're known, An artificial natural, 115 120 90 As once they're broke loose from the moon, No, though ye 've purchas'd to your name, That now your talent 's fo well known, For having all belief outgrown, That every itrange prodigious tale 95 That all thofe ftories that are laid 105 110 Ver. 86.] Sir Politick Would-be, in "Volpone." Ver. 91, 92.] These two lines, I think, plainly difcover that Lilly, and not Sir Paul Neal, was here lafhed under the name of Sidropbel; for Lilly's fame abroad was indifputable. Mr. Strickland, who was many years Agent for the Parliament in Holland, thus publishes it: "I "came purpofely into the Committee this day, "to fee the man who is fo famous in those parts "where I have fo long continued: I affure you, his name is famous all over Europe. "I came to do him juftice." Lilly is alfo careful to tell us, that the King of Sweden fent him a gold chain and medal worth about 50l. for making honourable mention of his Majefty in one of his almanacks; which, he says, was tranflated into the language spoke at Hamburgh, and print-wit and fatire. I dare fay the reader is not weary of him; nor will he be fo at the conclufion of the Poem: and the reafon is evident, because this laft part is as fruitful of wit and humour as the for mer; and a poetic fire is equally diffused through Ver. 105. Betrays.] Destroys, in all the editions the whole Poem, that burns every where clearly I have feen. and every where irresistibly. 3 [K] 2 Hlas all his flames and raptures double, And hangs, or drowns, with half the trouble; While thofe who fillily purfue The fimple downright way, and true, Make as unlucky applications, And fteer against the ftream their paffions, And, when the ladies prove averse, And more untoward to be won Than by Caligula the moon, When only by themselves they 're hindered, The damfels prove, become the fonder; To gain a foft and gentle bride? In purling streams or hemp departed? Through th' windows of a dazzling room? No fooner was the bloody fight Defcribe the manner of the fray, And thew the spoils he brought away; His bloody fcourging aggravate, The number of the blows, and weight; All which might probably fucceed, And gain belief he 'ad done the deed: Which he refolv'd to enforce, and fpare No pawning of his foul to fwear; 15 But, rather than produce his back, To fet his confcience on the rack; And, in pursuance of his urging Of articles perform'd, and fcourging, And all things elfe, upon his part, Demand delivery of her heart, 73 20 Her goods and chattles, and good graces, And perfon, up to his embraces. 25 35 Thought he, the ancient errant knights Won all their ladies' hearts in fights, And cut whole giants into fritters, To pet them into amorous twitters; Whofe ftubborn bowels fcorn'd to yield, Until their gallants were half kill'd; But when their bones were drubb'd fo fore, 30 They durft not wooe one combat more, The ladies' hearts began to melt, Subdued by blows their lovers felt, So Spanish heroes, with their lances, A once wound bulls, and ladies' fancies; And he acquires the nobleft fpoufe That widows greatest herds of cows; Then what may I expect to do, Who 've quell'd fo vaft a buffalo? Meanwhile the Squire was on his way, The Knight's late orders to obey; Who fent him for a ftrong detachment Of beadles, conftables, and watchmen, T' attack the cunning-man, for plunder Committed falfely on his lumber; When he, who had fo lately fack'd The enemy, had done the fact, Had rifled all his pokes and fobs Of gimcracks, whims, and jiggumbobs, Which he by hook or crook had gather'd, And for his own inventions father'd; And when they fhould, at gaol-delivery, Unriddle one another's thievery, Both might have evidence enough To render neither halter-proof: He thought it defperate to tarry, And venture to be acceffary; 40 As he was always wont to do, 45 Of th' inns of Court and Chancery, Juftice; 50 55 But rather wifely flip his fetters, Where none escape, but fuch as branded 60 To anfwer, with his veffel, all That might difaftroufly befal, And leave them for the Knight, his betters. He call'd to mind th' unjuft foul play And thought it now the fittest juncture To give the Lady a rencounter, T'acquaint her with his expedition, And conquest o'er the fierce magician; But of the riding difpenfation: 65 And therefore, much about the hour Ver. 34. And us'd, &c.] And us'd as, in edit. 1678. 125 The Squire concurr'd t' abandon him, To fwear her to an execution; To pawn his inward ears to marry her, a pale, And taking time for both to ftale, He ftroak'd his beard, and thus he said: With that he fhrugg'd his sturdy back, Madam, quoth he, I come to prove How much I've fuffer'd for your love, Which (like your votary) to win, I have not fpar'd my tatter'd fkin; And, for thofe meritorious lathes, To claim your favour and good graces. Quoth the, I do remember once I freed you from th' inchanted fconce, And that you promis'd, for that favour, To bind your back to 'ts good behaviour, And for my fake and fervice vow'd To lay upon 't a heavy load, 130 And what 'twould bear t' a fcruple prove, As other Knights do oft make love; Which whether you have done or no Concerns yourself, not me, to know; But if you have, I fhall confefs Y' are honester than I could guefs. Quoth he, If you fufpect my troth, I cannot prove it but by oath; And if you make a question on 't, I'll pawn my foul that I have done 't And he that makes his foul his furety, 140 I think, does give the best security. 135 195 200 205 210 215 And equally abhor to quit Thou 'aft broke perfidioufly thy oath, Make lechers, and their punks, with dewtry, Bewitch Hermetic-men to run Can raise them mountains in Potofi; Where thou 'adit fo great a prize at stake; 260 And chafte contemplative bardashing; To stand upon my guard and scout, 325 330 270 275 280 The wretched caitiff underwent, 345 For knights are bound to feel no blows 285 Who now, transform'd himself t' a bear, I therefore ipar'd his flesh, and prest him When I as furiously prefs'd on, 355 My weapon down his throat to run, Abus'd, as you have been, b' a witch, Laid hold of him, but he broke loose, 360 |