What medicine 'twas that Paracelfus Quickest when he's in wrath, or love; ; Of maggots breed in rotten cheese ; That him in place of zany ferv'd, High Whachum, bred to dash and draw, Wide as meridians in maps; ; 300 305 310 315 320 325 To make 'twixt words and lines huge gaps, To fquander paper, and fpare ink, Or cheat men of their words, fome think. 330 He'd to more high advancement rise, V. 317. How many different specieses.) Species's, in edition 1664, 1674, 1684. Altered to specieses, 1689. V. 325. Whachum.) Journeyman to Sidrophel, who was one To Jones, a foolish Welchman. In a Key to a poem of Mr. Butler's, Wha chum is said to be one Richard Green, who publifhed a pamphlet of about five sheets of base ribaldry, and called, Hudibras in a Snare, printed about the year 1667. it was To be an under-conjurer, Or journeyman astrologer : His bus'nefs was to pump and wheedle, 335 For which they pay the necromancers; To fetch and carry' intelligence Of whom, and what, and where, and whence, 340 And all difcoveries difperfe Among th' whole pack of conjurers ; What cut-purfes have left with them, And what they dare not vent, find out, 345 350 With clothes or money away, is gone; Who pick'd a fob at Holding-forth, And where a watch, for half the worth, May be redeem'd; or ftolen plate 355 Reftor'd at confcionable rate. Befide all this, he ferv'd his master And rhymes appropriate could make 360 When terms begin and end could tell, With their returns, in doggerel; When the Exchequer opes and fhuts, And fowgelder with fafety cuts; When men may eat and drink their fill, 365 When ufe, and when abftain from vice, 370 And, like the devil's oracles, His fonnets charm'd th' attentive croud, No porter's burden pass'd along, But ferv'd for burden to his fong: 390 Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro', nail'd by the ears; All trades run in as to the fight Of monsters to their dear delight The gallow-tree, when cutting purse 395 Breeds bus'nefs for heroic verse, Which none does hear but would have hung T' have been the theme of fuch a fong. Those two together long had liv'd In manfion prudently contriv'd, 400 Where neither tree nor house could bar The free detection of a star; And nigh an ancient obelifk Was rais'd by him, found out by Fisk, On which was written, not in words, 405 But hieroglyphick mate of birds, V. 404.] Mr. Butler alludes to one Fisk, of whom Lilly observes, that he was a licentiate in physick, and born near Framlingham i Safolk; was bred at a country-school, and designed for the university, but weat not thither, ftudying phy ick a tá astrology at home, which aterwards he practised at Colchester; after which he cam. to London, and practised there. VOL. I. From top of this there hung a rope, 410 The frangeft long-wing'd hawk that flies, 415 Or herald's martlet, has no legs, That, fhot i' th' air point blank upright, Hangs, like the body of Mahomet : That by the earth's round bulk is made, This faid, he to his engine flew, 420 425 430 435 440 445 |