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But now we talk of mounting Steed,
420 Before we further do proceed,
It doth behove us to fay fomething
Of that which bore our valiant Bumkin.
The Beaft was fturdy, large, and tall,
With Mouth of Meal, and Eyes of Wall;
425 I wou'd say Eye, for h' had but one,
As moft agree, tho' fome fay none.
He was well ftay'd, and in his Gate
Preferv'd a grave, majestick State.
At Spur or Switch no more he skipt,
430 Or mended Pace, than Spaniard whipt:
And yet fo fiery, he wou'd bound,
As if he griev'd to touch the Ground:
That CESAR's Horfe, who, as Fame goes,
Had Corns upon his Feet and Toes,
435 Was not by half fo tender-hooft,

Nor trod upon the Ground fo foft.
And as that Beaft would kneel and ftoop
(Some write) to take his Rider up:
So HUDIBRAS his ('tis well known)
440 Wou'd often do to fet him down.
We shall not need to fay what Lack
Of Leather was upon his Back:
For that was hidden under Pad,

And Breech of Knight gall'd full as bad.
445 His ftrutting Ribs on both Sides fhow'd
Like Furrows he himself had plow'd:
For underneath the Skirt of Pannel,
'Twixt ev'ry two there was a Channel.
His draggling Tail hung in the Dirt,
450 Which on his Rider he wou'd flurt,
Still as his tender Side he prick'd

With arm'd Heel, or with unarm'd kick'd:


For HUDIBRAS wore but one Spur,
As wifely knowing, cou'd he fir
455 To active Trot one Side of's Horfe,
The other wou'd not hang an Arfe.

A Squire he had, whofe Name was RALPH, That in th' Adventure went his half. Though Writers, for more ftately Tone, 460 Do call him RALPHO, 'tis all one: And when we can with Metre safe, We'll call him fo; if not, plain RAPH; (For Rhyme the Rudder is of Verfes, With which, like Ships, they fteer their Courfes.) 465 An equal Stock of Wit and Valour He had laid in, by Birth a Taylor. The mighty Tyrian Queen, that gain'd With fubtle Shreds a Tract of Land, Did leave it with a Caftle fair 470 To his great Anceftor, her Heir;

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From him defcended cross-legg'd Knights,
Fam'd for their Faith, and warlike Fights
Against the bloody Canibal,

Whom they deftroy'd both great and small.
475 This furdy Squire, he had, as well
As the bold Trojan Knight, feen Hell,
Not with a counterfeited Pafs

Of golden Bough, but true Gold-Lace.
His Knowledge was not far behind
480 The Knight's, but of another Kind,
And he another Way came by't:

Some call it GIFTS, and fome NEW-LIGHT.
A liberal Art, that cofts no Pains
Of Study, Industry, or Brains.

485 His Wit was fent him for a Token,
But in the Carriage crack'd and broken.

Like Commendation Nine-pence crook'd
With-To and from my Love-it look'd.
He ne'er confider'd it, as loth

490 To look a Gift-Horfe in the Mouth:
And very wifely wou'd lay forth
No more upon it than 'twas worth.
But as he got it freely, fo

He spent it frank and freely too.
495 For Saints themselves will fometimes be,
Of Gifts that coft them nothing, free.
By means of this, with Hem and Cough,
Prolongers to enlighten'd Snuff,

He cou'd deep Myfteries unriddle,` 500 As eafily as thread a Needle.

For as of Vagabonds we fay,

That they are ne'er befide their Way; Whate'er Men fpeak by this New Light, Still they are fure to be i' th' Right. 505 'Tis a Dark-Lanthorn of the Spirit, Which none fee by but those that bear it: A Light that falls down from on high, For fpiritual Trades to cozen by:

An Ignis Fatuus, that bewitches,

510 And leads Men into Pools and Ditches,
To make them dip themselves, and found
For Chriftendom, in dirty Pond;
To dive like Wild-Fowl, for Salvation,
And fifh to catch Regeneration.

515 This Light infpires and plays upon
The Nofe of Saint, like Bag-Pipe Drone,
And fpeaks through hollow empty Soul,
As through a Trunk, or whisp'ring Hole,
Such Language as no mortal Ear
520 But fpirit'al Eaves-Droppers can hear:


So PHOEBUS, or fome friendly Mufe,
Into fmall Poets Song infufe,

Which they at fecond hand rehearse
Thro' Reed or Bag-Pipe, Verfe for Verfe.
Thus RALPH became infallible:

As three or four-legg'd Oracle,

The ancient Cup, or modern Chair, Spoke Truth point-blank, tho' unaware. For MYSTICK LEARNING, Wond'rous able 530 In magick Talifman and Cabal,

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Whose primitive Tradition reaches


As far as ADAM's firft green Breeches;
Deep-fighted in Intelligences,

Ideas, Atoms, Influences;

535 And much of Terra Incognita,
Th' intelligible World, cou'd fay;
As learn'd as the wild Irish are,
Or Sir AGRIPPA, for profound
540 And folid Lying much renown'd:
And JACOB BEHMEN understood :
Knew many an Amulet and Charm,
That wou'd do neither Good nor Harm;
In ROSY-CRUCIAN Lore as learned,
As he that Vere Adeptus earned:
He understood the Speech of Birds
As well as they themselves do Words:
Cou'd tell what fubtleft Parrots mean,
550 That fpeak and think contrary clean:
What Member 'tis of whom they talk,
When they cry Rope, and Walk, Knave, walk..
He'd extract Numbers out of Matter,


And keep them in a Glafs, like Water;

555 Of fov'reign Pow'r to make Men wife;
For drop'd in blear thick-fighted Eyes,
They'd make them fee in darkest Night,
Like Owls, tho' purblind in the Light.
By Help of thefe (as he profefs'd)
560 He had Firft Matter feen undress'd:
He took her naked all alone,

Before one Rag of Form was on.
The Chaos too he had defcry'd,
And feen quite thro', or elfe he ly'd:
565 Not that of Pafte-Board, which Men fhew
For Groats, at Fair of Barthol'mew;
But its Great-Grandfire, first o' th' Name,
Whence that and REFORMATION came,
Both Coufin-Germans, and right able
570 T'inveigle and draw in the Rabble.
But Reformation was, fome say,
O' th' younger Houfe to Puppet-Play.
He cou'd foretel whats'ever was
By Confequence to come to pass; .
575 As Death of great Men, Alterations,
Diseases, Battles, Inundations;

All this without th' Eclipfe o' th' Sun,
Or dreadful Comet, he hath done,
By inward Light, a Way as good,

580 And easy to be underftood.

But with more lucky Hit than those
That use to make the Stars depofe,
Like Knights o' th' Poft, and falfly charge
Upon themselves, what others forge:

585 As if they were confenting to

All Mifchiefs in the World Men do:
Or, like the Devil, did tempt and fway 'em
To Rogueries, and then betray 'em.

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