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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 kncel 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 JOJIN 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;