And cannons shoot the higher pitches, The lower we let down their breeches ; I'll make this low dejected fate Advance me to a greater height. Quoth fhe, You 'ave almoft made me' in love With that which did my pity move. Great wits and valours, like great states, 265 Do fometimes fink with their own weights: 270 Th' extremes of glory and of fhame, Like east and weft, become the fame. More followers than a thief to the gallows. But if a beating feem fo brave, 275 What glories must a whipping have? 280 I could grow amorous, and doat, When Hudibras this language heard, He prick'd up 's ears, and ftroak'd his beard. How I've been drubb'd, and with what fpirit Which if you have, you must needs know 305 Beyond th' infliction of a witch; Love in your heart as idly burns To warm the dead, and vainly light Or do you love yourself so much, 319 315 320 It It is a kind of rape to marry One that neglects, or cares not for ye : To love you, that you may despise us? 325 330 335 Quoth fhe, if what you say is true, You must fly me as I do you; 340 In love and preaching, that must sway.. Is to forbid my pulse to move, My. Ver. 332.] Fanatique in fome of the firft editions, and fanatick in the reft, from 1700, if not fooner, to this time. Might not fantafick have been as proper, as his mistress expreffes herielf, Verfes 545, 546 ?. And yet 'tis no fantastick pique I have to love, nor coy dislike. My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hiccup. 345 Love's power 's too great to be withstood By feeble human flesh and blood. 350 'Twas he that brought upon his knees Seiz'd on his club, and made it dwindle 355 T'a feeble diftaff and a spindle. To play with pages at leap-frog: 360 'Twas he that gave our Senate purges, And fluxt the House of many a burgess; Made thofe that represent the nation -'s, 365 370 'Twas Ver. 370. And take the ring at Madam - -'s] Stennet was the perfon whofe name was dafhed, fays Sir Roger L'Eftrange, (Key to Hudibras.) "Her husband ❝ was 'Twas he that made Saint Francis do More than the devil could tempt him to, And though the were of rigid temper, 375 380 This made the beauteous Queen of Crete And was by profeffion a broom-man, and lay-elder. She << followed the laudable employment of bawding, and -managed feveral intrigues for thofe Brothers and Sifters whofe purity confifted chiefly in the whitenefs of their linen." |