Suppose we being found together,
Had pass'd for birds of the same feather,
I had perchance been shrewdly shent,
And maul'd too by the Parliament.
Have you beheld the unlucky ape
For roasted chestnuts mump and gape,
And offering at them with his pawes,
But loath he is to scorch his clawes.
When viewing on the hearth asleep
A puppy, gives him cause to weep,
Το spare his own,
he takes his helpe,
And rakes out nuts with foot of whelpe;
Which done, as if 'twere all but play,
Your name-sake looks another way.
The cur awakes, and finds his thumbs
In paine, but knows not whence it comes;
He takes it first to be some cramp,
And now he spreads, now licks his vamp.
Both are in vain, no ease appeares ;
What should he doe? he shakes his eares
And hobling on three legs, he goes
Whining away with aking toes.
Not in much better case perhaps,
I might have been to serve thy chaps,
And have bestrewed my finger's end
For groping so in cause of friend;

Whilst thou wouldst munch like horse in manger,
And reach at nuts with others' danger,

Yet have I ventured far to serve

My friend that says-he's like to starve.

"An Answer to a letter from Sir John Mennis, wherein he jeeres him for falling so quickly to the use of the Directory."

Friend, thou dost lash me with a story,
A long one too, of Directory;

When thou alone deserves the birch,
That brought'st the bondage on the Church.
Didst thou not treat for Bristow City
And yield it up?-the more's the pity.
And saw'st thou not, how right or wrong
The Common Prayer-Book went along?
Didst thou not scource, as if enchanted,
For articles Sir Thomas granted;

And barter, as an author saith,
Th' articles o' th' Christian faith?
And now the Directory jostles

Christ out o' th' church and his Apostles,
And teares down the communion rayles,
That men may take it on their tayles.
Imagine, friend, Bochus the King,
Engraven on Sylla's signet ring,
Delivering open to his hands

Jugurth, and with him all the lands,
Whom Sylla tooke and sent to Rome,
There to abide the Senate's doome.

In the same fortune, I suppose
John standing in 's doublet and hose;
Delivering up amidst the throng
The common prayer and Wisdom's song
To hands of Fairfax, to be sent

A sacrifice to the Parliament.

Thou little thought'st what geare begun
Wrapt in that treaty, busie John.

There lurked the fire that turned to cinder
The Church-her ornaments to tinder.
There bound up in that treaty lyes
The fate of all our Christmas pyes.
Our holy-dayes then went to wrack,
Our wakes were layd upon their back,
Our gossips' spoones away were lurch'd,
Our feastes, and fees for woemen church'd;
All this and more ascribe we might
To thee at Bristow, wretched knight.
Yet thou upbraidst and raylst in rime
On me, for that, which was thy crime.
So froward children in the sun

Amid their sports, some shrewd turne done,
The faulty youth begins to prate
And layes it on his harmlesse mate.

Dated

From Nymptom, where the Cyder smiles,
And James has horse as lame as Gyles.

:

The fourth of May and dost thou heare,
'Tis, as I take it, the eighth yeare
Since Portugall by Duke Braganza

Was cut from Spaine without a handsaw.

J. S.

APPENDIX.

Account of Mr. Samuel Butler, from Aubrey's Letters,
in the Bodleian Library, edited by Dr. Bliss.

IX. Mr. Samuel Butler was borne at Pershore, in
Worcestershire, as we suppose; his brother lives there :
went to schoole at Worcester. His father a man but of
slender fortune, and to breed him at schoole was as much
education
as he was able to reach to. When but a boy,
he would make observations and reflections on every
thing
one sayd or did, and censure it to be either well
or ill. He never was at the university for the reason
alledged. He came when a young man to be a servant
to the Countesse of Kent, whom he served severall
yeares. Here, besides his study, he employed his time
much in painting and drawing, and also in musique.
thinking once to have made painting his pro-
fession. His love to and skill in painting made a great
friendship between him and Mr. Samuel Cowper (the
prince of limners of this age). He then studyed the
common lawes of England, but did not practise. He
a good jointuresse, the relict of....
which meanes he lives comfortably. After the restau-
Morgan, by
ration of his matie, when the courte at Ludlowe was
againe sett up, he was then the king's steward at the

3

1 He was born in Worcestershire, bard by Barton-bridge, a mile from Worcester, in the parish of St John, Mr. Hill thinkes, who went to schoole with him.

2 Mr. Saunders (ye Countesse of Kent's kinsman) sayd that Mr. J. Selden much esteemed him for his partes, and would sometimes employ him to write letters for him beyond sea, and to translate for him. He was secretairie to the D. of Bucks, when he was Chancellor of Cambridge. He might have had preferments at first; but he would not accept any but very good, so at last he had none at all, and dyed in want. 3 He painted well, and made it (sometime) his profession. some yeares on the Countess of Kent. her gent. 20 lib. per an. a-piece.

She

Hepa

37 A 166.
ad Lord Chanc
wing he was

picture in his libr
caused bin great m
** Employment, only the
es of a middle stature,

sonell haire, a seve dlowe. He hath of Edw. Waller's) of quiblin

E as much out of fash Ring with words. with the gowt, and parti 2d. N. of his chamber from Octo dyed of a consumption Se 70 circiter), and buried 27, a ment in the churchyard of C h part next the church at the the wall. His grave, 2 yard ter of the dore, (by his desire) 6 out 25 of his old acquaintance being one.

HUDIBRAS UNPRINTE
No Jesuite ever took in hand
To plant a church in barren land;
Or ever thought it worth his whi
4 Swede or Russe to reconcile.
For where there is not store of w
Soals are not worth the chandge
Spaine and America had designe
To sell their Ghospell for their
For had the Mexicans been poo
No Spaniard twice had landed
Twas Gold the Catholic Relig
Which, had they wanted Gold

castle there. He printed a witty poeme called Hudibras, the first part Ao 166. which tooke extremely, so that the king and Lord Chanc. Hyde would have him sent for, and accordingly he was sent for. (The La Ch. Hyde hath his picture in his library over the chimney.) They both promised him great matters, but to this day he has got no employment, only the king gave him .... lib.

He is of a middle stature, strong sett, high coloured, a head of sorrell haire, a severe and sound judgement: a good fellowe. He hath often sayd that way (e. g. Mr. Edw. Waller's) of quibling with sence will hereafter growe as much out of fashion and be as ridicule as quibling with words. 24. N. B. He hath been much troubled with the gowt, and particularly, 1679, he stirred not out of his chamber from October till Easter.

He dyed of a consumption Septemb. 25 (Anno Dni 1680, 70 circiter), and buried 27, according to his owne appointment in the churchyard of Covent Garden; sc. in the north part next the church at the east end. His feet touch the wall. His grave, 2 yards distant from the pillaster of the dore, (by his desire) 6 foot deepe.

About 25 of his old acquaintance at his funeral: I myself being one.

HUDIBRAS UNPRINTED.

No Jesuite ever took in hand
To plant a church in barren land;
Or ever thought it worth his while
A Swede or Russe to reconcile.

For where there is not store of wealth,
Souls are not worth the chandge of health.
Spaine and America had designes

To sell their Ghospell for their wines,

For had the Mexicans been poore,

No Spaniard twice had landed on their shore.

'Twas Gold the Catholic Religion planted,

Which, had they wanted Gold, they still had wanted.

[Siv. Edit.]

6 [Evidently written some time after the former part. E.]

He had made very sharp reflexions upon the court in his last part.

Writt my Lord (John 7) Rosse's Answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester.

Memorandum. Satyricall witts disoblige whom they converse with, &c. consequently make to themselves many enemies and few friends, and this was his manner and case. He was of a leonine-coloured haire, sanguine, cholerique, middle sized, strong.

7 [In the hand-writing of Anthony à Wood. Edit.]