When Hudibras, whose stubborn blows Was first invaded with a groan, And after, in a feeble tone, Thefe trembling words: Unhappy wretch, 1330 1335 1340 7345 Of cruel and hard-wooded drubs ? For ftill thou 'aft had the worst on 't yet, Believ'd it was fome drolling sprite That staid upon the guard that night, And one of those he 'ad feen, and felt 1360 The doleful Spirit thus went on; This 'tis t' engage with Dogs and Bears (Thought he, this devil's full of malice, And, when thou 'adft bravely won the day, Wast fain to steal thyself away. (I fee, thought he, this fhameless elf Would fain fteal me, too, from myself, That impudently dares to own And now, but venturing to betray, Haft met with vengeance the fame way. VOL. I. 1380 1385 His Thefe rallying devils do no hurt. grace I do believe thee, quoth the Knight; Thou art fome paltry, black-guard sprite, 1400 3405 Thou haft no work to do in th' house, Nor halfpenny to drop in fhoes; 1410 Without the raifing of which fum You dare not be fo troublefome To pinch the flatterns black and blue, 1415 T'en T'entice fanatics in the dirt, And wash them clean in ditches for 't; Of which conceit you are so proud, At every jeft you laugh aloud, 1420 As now you would have done by me, Sir (quoth the Voice) ye 're no fuch sophi As you would have the world judge of ye. If you defign to weigh our talents I' th' ftandard of your own falfe balance, Us ghosts, as well as we de you ; 1425 1430 With male or female, man or beast; Quoth he, That may be said as true 1435 By th' idleft pug of all your crew : For none could have betray'd us worse But I have fent him for a token To whofe infernal fhores I hope He'll fwing like skippers in a rope : 1440 And, if ye 'ave been more just to me (As I am apt to think) than he, I am afraid it is as true What th' ill-affected fay of you-- 1445 Ye 'ave 'fpous'd the Covenant and Cause, Sir (quoth the Voice) 'tis true, I grant, 1450 Which, when they 're prov'd in open court, And that's the reafon Covenanters 1455 Hold up their hands, like rogues at bars. Of Satan's malice, and his fects', 1460 Thofe fpider-faints, that hang by threads Spun out o' th' entrails of their heads. Sir (quoth the Voice) that may as true And properly be said of you, Whofe talents may compare with either, 1465 Or both the other put together: For all the Independents do, Is only what you forc'd them to; Were th' only engines to fave fouls : 1470 7475 Has |