By the Author of the First.
Several Additions and Annotations.
Printed by T. N. for John Martyn and Henry
Herringman, at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-
yard, and at the Anchor in the Lower
Walk of the New Exchange, 1678.
And Knights pursuing like a Whirlwind:
Others make all their Knights, in fits
Of Jealousie, to lose their wits;
Till drawing blood o'th' Dames, like Witches,
Th' are forthwith cur'd of their Capriches.
Some always thrive in their Amours,
By pulling Plaisters off their Sores;
As Cripples do to get an Alms,
Just so do they, and win their Dames.
Some force whole Regions, in despight
O' Geography, to change their site:
Make former times shake hands with latter,
And that which was before, come after,
But those that write in Rhime, still make
The one Verse for the others sake:
For, one for Sense, and one for Rhime,
I think's sufficient at one time.
But we forget in what sad plight
We lately left the Captiv'd Knight,
And pensive Squire both bruis'd in body,
And conjur'd into safe Custody :
Tir'd with Dispute, and speaking Latine,
As well as basting, and Bear-baiting;
And desperate of any course,
To free himself by wit or force.
His onely Solace was, That now
His dog-bolt Fortune was so low:
That either it must quickly end,
Or turn about again, and mend :
In which he found th' event, no less,
Than other times beside his guess;
There is a tall long-sided Dame,
(But wondrous light) ycleped Fame,
That like a thin Camelion Bourds
He[r] self on Air, and eats her words:
Upon her shoulders wings she wears,
Like Hanging-sleeves, lin'd through with Ears,
And Eies, and Tongues, as Poets list,
Made good by deep Mythologist.
With these, she through the Welkin flies,
And sometimes carries Truth, oft Lies;
With Letters hung like Eastern Pidgeons;
And Mercuries of farthest Regions;
Diurnals writ for Regulation
Of Lying, to inform the Nation :
And by their publick use to bring down
The rate of Whetstones in the Kingdom.
About her neck a Pacquet-Male,
Fraught with Advice, some fresh, some stale,
Of Men that walk'd when they were dead,
And Cows of Monsters brought to bed:
Of Hailstones big as Pullets Eggs,
And Puppies whelp'd with twice two legs :
A Blazing-Star seen in the West,
By six or seven Men at least.
Two Trumpets she does sound at once,
But both of clean contrary tones.
But whether both with the same Wind,
Or one before, and one behind,
We know not; only this can tell,
Th' one sounds vilely, th' other well.
And therefore vulgar Authors name
Th' one good, th' other Evil Fame.
This tatling Gossip knew too well,
What mischief Hudibras befel;
And straight the spightful tidings bears,
Of all, to th' unkind Widows Ears.
Democritus ne'er laugh'd so loud
To see Bauds carted through the crowd,
Or Funerals with stately Pomp,
March slowly on in solemn dump;
As she laugh'd out, until her back
As well as sides, was like to crack.
She vow'd she would go see the Sight,
And visit the distressed Knight,
To do the Office of a Neighbor,
And be a Gossip at his Labor :
And from his wooden Jail the Stocks,
To set at large his Fetter-locks,
And by Exchange, Parole, or Ransome,
To free him from th' Inchanted Mansion.
This b'ing resolv'd, she call'd for hood
And Usher, Implements abroad,
Which Ladies wear, beside a slender
Young waiting Damsel to attend her.
All which appearing, on she went,
To find the Knight in Limbo pent:
And 'twas not long before she found
Him, and his stout Squire in the Pound;
Both coupled in Inchanted Tether,
By further Leg behind together:
For as he sate upon his Rump,
His Head like one in doleful dump,
Between his knees, his hands apply'd
Unto his Ears on either side.
And by him, in another hole,
Afflicted Ralpho, Cheek by Joul;
She came upon him in his wooden
Magicians Circle, on the sudden,
As Spirits do t'a Conjurer,
When in their dreadful shapes th' appear.
No sooner did the Knight perceive her,
But straight he fell into a Fever,
Inflam'd all over with disgrace,
To be seen by her in such a place;
Which made him hang the head, and scowl,
And wink and goggle like an Owl,
He felt his Brains begin to swim,
When thus the Dame accosted him;
This place (quoth she) they say's Inchanted,
And with Deli[n]quent Spirits haunted;
That here are ty'd in Chains, and scourg'd,
Until their guilty Crimes be purg'd;
Look, there are two of them appear
Like Persons I have seen somewhere:
Some have mistaken Blocks and Posts,
For Spectres, Apparations, Ghosts
With Sawcer-eyes, and Horns; and some
Have heard the Devil beat a Drum :
But if our Eyes are not false Glasses,
That give a wrong account of Faces;
That Beard and I should be acquainted,
Before 'twas conjur'd and inchanted.
For though it be disfigur'd somewhat,
As if't had lately been in Combat ;
It did belong t' a worthy Knight,
Howe'er this Goblin is come by't.
When Hudibras the Lady heard
To take kind notice of his Beard,
And speak with such respect and honor,
Both of the Beard, and the Beard's Owner,
He thought it best to set as good
A face upon it as he cou'd,
And thus he spoke; Lady, your bright
And radiant Eyes are in the right:
The Beard's th' Identique Beard you knew,
The same numerically true:
Nor is it worn by Fiend or Elf,
But its Proprietor himself.
Oh Heavens! quoth she, can that be true?
I do begin to fear 'tis you:
Not by your Individual Whiskers,
But by your Dialect and Discourse;
That never spoke to Man or Beast,
In notions vulgarly exprest.
But what malignant Star, alass,
Has brought you both to this sad pass?
Quoth he, the fortune of the War,
Which I am less afflicted for,
Than to be seen with Beard and Face,
By you, in such a homely case.
Quoth she, Those need not be asham'd,
For being honorably maim'd;
If he that is in battel conquer'd,
Have any Title to his own Beard.
Though yours be sorely lugg'd and torn,
It does your visage more adorn,
Than if 'twere prun'd, and starch'd, and lander'd And cut square by the Russian Standerd.
A torn Beard's like a tatter'd Ensign,
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