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HUDIBRAS CONSULTS THE LAWYER.
QUOTH he, “ There is one Sidrophel Whom I have cudgelled "_"Very well." “And now he brags t' have beaten me”— “Better, and better still," quoth he; “And vows to stick me to a wall, Where'er he meets me”-“Best of all!" “ 'Tis true the knave has taken 's oath That I robbed him "__"Well done, in troth " When h' has confessed he stole my cloak, And picked my fob, and what he took; Which was the cause that made me bang him, And take my goods again ”—“Marry, hang him.” “Now, whether I should beforehand, Swear he robbed me?"__"I understand "-“Or, if 'tis better to indict, And bring him to his trial?”—“Right”-. "Prevent what he designs to do, And swear for th' state against him?”—“True". "Or whether he that is defendant, In this case, kas the better end on't; Who, putting in a new cross-bill, May traverse the action?”—“Better still.” “Then there's a lady too.”—“Ay, marry" “That's easily proved accessory; A widow, who, by solemn vows, Contracted to me for my spouse, Combined with him to break her word, And has abetted all ”_-“Good Lord!” “Suborned th' aforesaid Sidrophel To tamper with the devil of hell,
Who put m' into a horrid fear, Fear of my life”—“Make that appear". “ Made an assault with fiends and men Upon my body”—“Good again ”“And kept me in a deadly fright, And false imprisonment, all night. Meanwhile they robbed me, and my horse, And stole my saddle”_"Worse and worse “And made me mount upon the bare ridge, T'avoid a wretcheder miscarriage."
“Sir," quoth the lawyer, “not to flatter ye, You have as good and fair a battery As heart can wish, and need not shame The proudest man alive to claim: For if th' have used you as you say, Marry, quoth I, God give you joy; I would it were my case, I'd give More than I'll say, or you 'll believe : I would so trounce her, and her purse, I'd make her kneel for better or worse; For matrimony, and hanging here, Both go by destiny so clear, That you as sure may pick and choose, As cross I win, and pile you lose.'
SURE there are poets which did never dream
SIR JOIN DENHAM.
My eye descending from the Hill, surveys
TELL me not, sweet! I am unkind,
That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field; And, with a stronger faith, embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear! so much,
Loved I not honour more.
TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON.
When Love, with unconfined wings,
Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;