He was well stay'd, and in his gait འ ་ Which on his rider he would flurt, Still as his tender fide he prickt, With arm'd heel, or with unarm'd, kickt; 450 455 A Squire A Squire he had whofe name was Ralph, 460 And when we can, with metre fafe, We'll call him fo; if not, plain Raph; (For rhyme the rudder is of verfes, With which, like fhips, they fteer their courfes.) 465 Of golden bough, but truc gold-lace: His Ver. 457.]. Sir Roger L'Eftrange (Key to Hudibras) fays, This famous Squire was one Ifaac Robinson, a zealous butcher in Moor-fields, who was always contriving fome new querpo cut in church government but, in a Key at the end of a burlefque poem of Mr. Butler's, 1706, in folio, p. 12. it is obferved, "That "Hudibras's Squire was one Pemble a tailor, and one of the Committee of Sequeftrators." His knowledge was not far behind The Knight's, but of another kind, 480 And he another way came by't; Some call it Gifts, and fome New-light; 485 But in the carriage crack'd and broken; Like commendation nine-pence crookf With "To and from my love"-it lookt. By means of this, with hem and cough, He Ver. 485.] His wits were fent him, in all editions to 1704 inclufive. Ver. 487. 488.] Until the year 1696, when all mo ney, not milled, was called in, a ninepenny piece of filver was as common as fixpences or fhillings, and thefe ninepences were ufually bent as fixpences com> monly are now, which bending was called, "To my love, and From my love ;" and fuch ninepences the ordinary fellows gave or fent to their fweethearts as tokens of love. He could deep mysteries unriddle, As easily as thread a needle: ૬૦૦ That they are ne'er beside their way, Still they are fure to be i' th' right. 'Tis a dark-lantern of the Spirit, 505 Which none fee by but those that bear it; To dive, like wild-fowl, for falvation, And fish to catch regeneration. This light infpires and plays upon But fpirit'al eaves-droppers can hear : 515 520 Ver. 511.] Alluding to Ralpho's religion, who was, probably, an Anabaptift or Dipper. The ancient cup, or modern chair; 530 Whose primitive tradition reaches As far as Adam's first green breeches ; When they cry Rope, and Walk, knave, walk, He'd extract numbers out of matter, And keep them in a glass, like water, Ver. 546.] Alluding to the Philofopher's Stone.. Of |