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Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
575 Sir Knight, that I am one of those, I might suspect, and take th’alarm, Your business is but to inform; But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near, You have a wrong sow by the ear; For I assure
585 But only this, that I defy him.
Quoth he, Whatever others deem ye,
595 Than cheat, or canting to a rabble, Or putting tricks upon
almanack can tell,
620 And some with symbols, signs, and tricks, Engrav’d in planetary nicks, With their own influences will fetch them Down from their orbs, arrest, and catch them; Make them depose and answer to All questions, ere they let them go. Bumbastus kept a devil's bird Shut in the puinmel of his sword,
That Ver. 618.] St. Dunstan was made Archbishop of Canterbury, anno 961. His skill in the liberal arts and sciences (qualifications much above the genius of the age he lived in) gained him first the name of a Conjurer, and then of a Saint: he is revered as such by the i omanists, who keep a holiday in honour of him, yearly, on the 19th of May.
That taught him all the cunning pranks
640 To this, quoth Sidrophello, Sir, Agrippa was no conjurer, Nor Paracelsus, no, nor Behmen; Nor was the dog a cacodær in,
But Ver 631.] This Kelly was chief seer, or, as Lilly calls him, Speculator to Dr. Dee; was born at Worcester, and bred an apothecary, and was a good proficient in chemistry, and pretended to have the grand elixir, or philosopher's itone, which Lilly tells us he made, or at leaft received ready-made, from a Friar in Germany, on the confines of the Emperor's dominions. He pretended to see apparitions in a crystal or beryl looking-glass (or a round stone like a cryital). Alasco, Palatine of Poland, Pucel, a learned Florentine, and Prince Rosemberg of Germany, the Emperor's Vicercy in Bohemia, were long of the society with him and Dr. Dee, and often present at their apparitions, as was once the King of Poland himself : but Lilly obferves, that he was so wicked that the angels would not appear to him willingly, nor be obedient to him.
But a true dog, that would shew tricks
650 As for the Rofycross philofophers, Whom
will have to be but sorcerers,
Quoth Hudibras, Alas! what is ’t tus
660 If it be nonsense, false, or mystic, Or not intelligible, or sophistic? "Tis not antiquity, nor author, That makes truth Truth, although Time's daughter ; "Twas he that put her in the pit,' Before he pull'd her out of it; And as he eats his sons, just so He feeds upon his daughters too. Nor does it follow, 'cause a herald Can make a gentleman, scarce a year old,
To Ver. 669,670.] Such gentry were Thomas Pury the elder, first a weaver in Gloucetter, then an ignorant folicitor. John Blackston, a poor ihopkeeper of New
To be descended of a race
Quoth Sidrophel, It is no part
castle. John Birch, formerly a carrier, afterwards colonel. Richard Salway, colonel, formerly a grocer's
Thomas Rainsborough, a skipper of Lynn, colonel and vice-admiral of England. Colonel Thomas Scot, a brewer's clerk. Colonel Philip Skippon, originally a waggoner to Sir Francis Vere. Colonel John Jones, a serving-man. Colonel Barkstead, a pitiful thimble and bodkin goldsmith. Colonel Pride, a foundling and drayman. Colonel Hewson, a one-eyed cobler; and Colonel Harrison, a butcher. These, and hundreds more, affected to be thought gentlemen, and lorded it over persons of the first rank and quality.