And as a fox, with hot pursuit Chac'd through a warren, cafts about To fave his credit, and among Dead vermin on a gallows hung, And fell to 's wonted trade again, A broken figh; quoth he, Where am I? 1115 1120 1125 1130. 1135 1140 Shut Shut both his eyes, and stopt his breath, That Hudibras, to all appearing, 1145 1150 But rather leave him in the lurch: Thought he, he has abus'd our Church, Refus'd to give himself one firk To carry on the Public Work; 1155 And their Conventions prov'd high-places; And fet at nought their cheese and bacon; 1160 Their reverend Parfons, to my beard; At once, this juncture falls out fit. I'll make him henceforth to beware, 1165 And tempt my fury if he dare: 1170 For For if he 'fcape with whipping now, 1175 'Tis more than he can hope to do; And that will difengage my Conscience And right the Brethren in the action. Affay'd the lofty beast to mount; Which once atchiev'd, he spurr'd his palfry, A N HEROICAL EPISTLE* O F HUDIBRAS TO SIDROPHEL. Ecce iterum Crifpinus. WELL, Sidrophel, though 'tis in vain To tamper with your crazy brain, Without trepanning of your fcull, 'Tis not amifs, ere ye 're giv'n o'er, To try one defperate medicine more; 5 For *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 1706, p. 13, to have been occafioned by Sir Paul Neal, a conceited virtuofo, and member of the Royal Society, who conftantly 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 telescope. See The Elephant in the Moon, in the fecond volume of Butler's Poems. For, where your cafe can be no worse, Is 't poffible that you, whofe ears That speaks your virtues free and loud, As loud as one that fings his part And torn your drum-heads with the found) ΤΟ 15 20 25 But overgrown, and out of use, Persuade yourself there's no fuch matter, But that 'tis vanish'd out of Nature; 30 |