He cou'd transform himfelf in Colour, 350 As like the Devil as a Collier: As like as Hypocrites in Show

Are to true Saints, or Crow to Crow.. Of WARLIKE ENGINES he was Author, Devis'd for quick Dispatch of Slaughter: 355 The Cannon, Blunderbufs, and Saker, He was th' Inventor of, and Maker: The Trumpet, and the Kettle-Drum Did both from his Invention come. He was the first that e'er did teach 360 To make, and how to ftop a Breach. A Lance he bore with iron Pike,

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Th' one Half wou'd thruft, the other ftrike:
And when their Forces he had join'd,
He fcorn'd to turn his Parts behind.

He TRULLA lov'd, TRULLA more bright
Than burnish'd Armour of her Knight:
A bold Virago, ftout and tall,

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As JOAN of France, or English MALL. Thro' Perils both of Wind and Limb, 370 Thro' thick and thin fhe follow'd him, In ev'ry Adventure h' undertook,

And never him or it forfook.

At Breach of Wall, or Hedge Surprize, She fhar'd i' th' Hazard and the Prize: 375 At beating Quarters up, or Forage, Behav'd herself with matchlefs Courage, And laid about in Fight more bufily, Than th' Amazonian Dame Penthefile. And though fome Criticks here cry Shame, 380 And fay our Authors are to blame, That (fpight of all Philofophers,

Who hold no Females ftout, but Bears;

'And heretofore did fo abhor

That Women should pretend to War,
385 They wou'd not suffer the ftout'ft Dame
To fwear by HERCULES'S Name)
Make feeble Ladies, in their Works,
To fight like Termagants and Turks ;
To lay their native Arms afide,
390 Their Modefty, and ride aftride;
To run a-tilt at Men, and wield
Their naked Tools in open Field;

As ftout ARMIDA, bold THALESTRIS,
And fhe that wou'd have been the Mistress
395 Of GUNDIBERT; but he had Grace,
And rather took a Country Lafs:

They fay, 'tis falfe, without all Senfe,
But of pernicious Confequence

To Government, which they fuppofe
400 Can never be upheld in Profe:
Strip Nature naked to the Skin,
You'll find about her no fuch Thing.
It may be fo, yet what we tell
Of TRULLA, that's improbable,
405 Shall be depos'd by thofe have feen't,
Or what's as good, produc'd in Print:
And if they will not take our Word,

We'll prove it true upon Récord.

The upright CERDON next advanc't, 410 Of all his Race the valiant'ft:

CERDON the Great, renown'd in Song,
Like HERC'LES, for Repair of Wrong:
He rais'd the Low, and fortify'd
The weak against the ftrongeft Side:
415 Ill has he read, that never hit

On him, in Mufes deathlefs Writ,

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He had a Weapon keen and fierce,

That through a Bull-Hide Shield would pierce, 420 And cut it in a thousand Pieces,

Tho' tougher than the Knight of Greece his,
With whom his black-thumb'd Anceftor
Was Comrade in the ten-years War:
For when the reftlefs Greeks fat down
425 So many Years before Troy Town,
And were renown'd, as HOMER writes,
For well-foal'd Boots, no less than Fights;
They ow'd that Glory only to

His Anceftor, that made them fo.
430 Fast Friend he was to REFORMATION,
Until 'twas worn quite out of Fashion.
Next Rectifier of wry LAW,

And wou'd make three to cure one Flaw.
Learned he was, and could take Note,
435 Transcribe, collect, tranflate and quote.
But PREACHING was his chiefeft Talent,
Or Argument, in which b'ing valiant,
He us❜d to lay about and ftickle,
Like Ram, or Bull, at Conventicle:
440 For Difputants, like Rams and Bulls,
Do fight with Arms that fpring from Sculls
Laft COLON came, bold Man of War,
Deftin'd to Blows by fatal Star;

Right expert in Command of Horfe,
445 But cruel, and without Remorse.
That which of CENTAUR long ago
Was faid, and has been wrested to
Some other Knights, was true of this,
He and his Horfe were of a Piece.
450 One Spirit did inform them both,
The felf-fame Vigour, Fury, Wroth:

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Yet he was much the rougher Part,
And always had a harder Heart;
Although his Horfe had been of those
455 That fed on Man's Flefh, as Fame goes;
Strange Food for Horfe! and yet, alas,
It may be true, for Flesh is Grafs.
Sturdy he was, and no lefs able
Than HERCULES to clean a Stable;
460 As great a Drover, and as great
A Critick too, in Hog or Neat.

He ripp'd the Womb up of his Mother,
Dame Tellus, 'caufe fhe wanted Fother
And Provender, wherewith to feed
465 Himfelf, and his lefs cruel Steed.
It was a Question whether he
Or's Horse were of a Family
More worshipful: 'Till Antiquaries
(After th' 'ad almoft por'd out their Eyes)

470 Did very learnedly decide

The Bus'nefs on the Horfe's Side,
And prov'd not only Horfe, but Cows,
Nay Pigs, were of the elder House:
For Beafts, when Man was but a Piece
475 Of Earth himself, did th' Earth poffefs.

These Worthies were the chief that led.
The Combatants, each in the Head
Of his Command, with Arms and Rage,
Ready, and longing to engage.

480 The num'rous Rabble was drawn out
Of fev'ral Counties round about,
From Villages remote, and Shires,
Of Eaft and Western Hemifpheres:
From foreign Parishes and Regions,

485 Of different Manners, Speech, Religions,

Came

Came Men and Maftiffs; fome to fight
For Fame and Honour, fome for Sight.
And now the Field of Death, the Lifts,
Were enter'd by Antagonists,

490 And Blood was ready to be broach'd;
When HUDIBRAS in hafte approach'd,
With Squire and Weapons to attack 'em :
But firft thus from his Horfe befpake 'em,
What Rage, O Citizens! what Fury
495 Doth to thefe dire Actions hurry?
What OEftrum, what phrenetick Mood
Makes you thus lavish of your Blood,
While the proud Vies your Trophies boast,
And unreveng'd walks Ghoft?

500 What Towns, what Garrifons might you
With Hazard of this Blood fubdue,
Which now y'are bent to throw away
In vain, untriumphable Fray?

Shall SAINTS in civil Bloodshed wallow
505 Of Saints, and let the CAUSE lie fallow?
The Caufe, for which we fought and fwore
So boldly, fhall we now give o'er?

Then because Quarrels ftill are seen.
With Oaths and Swearings to begin,
510 The SOLEMN LEAGUE and COVENANT
Will feem a mere God-dam-me Rant:
And we that took it, and have fought,
As lewd as Drunkards that fall out.
For as we make war For The King
515 Against Himself, the self-fame Thing;
Some will not ftick to swear we do
For God, and for Religion too;
For if Bear-Baiting we allow,
What Good can Reformation do?