What bowling-stones, in running race Upon a board, have fwifteft pace; Whether a pulse beat in the black If fyftole or diastole move Quickest when he 's in wrath or love; When two of them do run a race, Whether they gallop, trot, or pace; How many scores a flea will jump, Of his own length, from head to rump, Which Socrates and Cherephon 3051 310% That him in place of zany serv'd, 320 A paltry wretch he had, half-ftarv'd, Hight Whachum, bred to dash and draw, 325 Το Ver. 317. How many different fpeciefes.] Species's, in editions 1664, 1674, 1684. Altered to fpeciefes, 1689. Ver. 325. Whachum.] Journeyman to Sidrophel, who was one Tom Jones, a foolish Welfhman. In a Key to a poem of Mr. Butler's, Whachum is faid to be one Richard To make 'twixt words and lines huge gaps, To fquander paper, and spare ink, Or cheat men of their words, fome think. 330 From this, by merited degrees, He'd to more high advancement rise, To be an under-conjurer, Or journeyman aftrologer : His business was to pump and wheedle, 335 And men with their own keys unriddle; To make them to themfelves give answers, For which they pay the necromancers; To fetch and carry' intelligence Of whom, and what, and where, and whence, 349 And all discoveries disperse Among th' whole pack of conjurers; What cut-purfes have left with them, For the right owners to redeem, And what they dare not vent, find out, And find out all by rules of art: way a ferving-man, that's run With clothes or money away, is gone ; 345 350 Who Richard Green, who published a pamphlet of about five sheets of base ribaldry, and called, Hudibras in a Snare. It was printed about the year 1667. May be redeem'd; or stolen plate Who pick'd a fob at Holding-forth, And where a watch, for half the worth, Reftor'd at conscionable rate. 355 When ufe, and when abstain from vice, 370 So Whachum beat his dirty brains T' advance his master's fame and gains, Put into doggerel rhymes his spells; 375 On maggots fqueez'd out of his nofe; And, when imprison'd air escap'd her, 380 His His fonnets charm'd th' attentive crowd, 385 390 Each window like a pillory appears, With heads thrust through, nail'd by the ears; T' have been the theme of such a song. Was rais'd by him, found out by Fisk, 4.95 Many Ver. 404.] Mr. Butler alludes to one Fisk, of whom Lilly obferves, that he was a licentiate in phyfic, and born near Framlingham in Suffolk; was bred at a country fchool, and defign'd for the univerfity, but went not thither, ftudying phyfic and aftrology at home, which afterwards he practifed at Colchester; after which he came to London, and practised there. Many rare pithy faws, concerning 419 It happen'd as a boy, one night, Did fly his tarfel of a kite, The ftrangeft long-wing'd hawk that flies, 415 Or herald's martlet, has no legs, Nor hatches young ones, nor lays eggs; His train was fix yards long, milk-white, At th' end of which there hung a light, 420 Inclos'd in lantern made of paper, That far off like a ftar did appear: This Sidrophel by chance espy'd, And with amazement staring wide, Blefs us! quoth he, what dreadful wonder 425 A comet, and without a beard! It must be supernatural, Unless it be that cannon-ball 435 That, |