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... Honour Of his Deftruction : I that am A Nothingnefs in Deed and Name , Did fcorn to hurt his forfeit Carcafe , Or ill intreat his Fiddle or Cafe : Will you , Great Sir , that Glory blot In cold Blood , which you gain'd in hot ? Will you ...
... Honour Of his Deftruction : I that am A Nothingnefs in Deed and Name , Did fcorn to hurt his forfeit Carcafe , Or ill intreat his Fiddle or Cafe : Will you , Great Sir , that Glory blot In cold Blood , which you gain'd in hot ? Will you ...
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... Honour from his Death , to you ; ' Twere Policy and Honour too , To do as you refolv'd to do : But , Sir , ' twou'd wrong your Valour much , To Say it needs or fears a Crutch . Great Conquerors greater Glory gain By Foes in Triumph led ...
... Honour from his Death , to you ; ' Twere Policy and Honour too , To do as you refolv'd to do : But , Sir , ' twou'd wrong your Valour much , To Say it needs or fears a Crutch . Great Conquerors greater Glory gain By Foes in Triumph led ...
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... l'on gagne à trancher Les jours d'un boiteux doit clocher . La moitié n'en eft que de chêne , Et l'autre n'en vaut pas la peine . Th ' Honour can but on one fide light , H iiij CHANT II . 175 C'est la marque la moins douteufe ...
... l'on gagne à trancher Les jours d'un boiteux doit clocher . La moitié n'en eft que de chêne , Et l'autre n'en vaut pas la peine . Th ' Honour can but on one fide light , H iiij CHANT II . 175 C'est la marque la moins douteufe ...
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Poëme Samuel Butler. Th ' Honour can but on one fide light , As Worship did , when y ' were dubb'd Knight . Wherefore I think it better far , To keep him Prifoner of War ; And let him faft in Bonds abide , At Court of Justice to be try'd ...
Poëme Samuel Butler. Th ' Honour can but on one fide light , As Worship did , when y ' were dubb'd Knight . Wherefore I think it better far , To keep him Prifoner of War ; And let him faft in Bonds abide , At Court of Justice to be try'd ...
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... Honour of his Blood and Sweat ) Seeing the Coast was free and clear O'th ' Conquer'd and the Conqueror . Took heart again , and fac'd abour . As if they meant to stand it out ; For by this Time the routed Bear , Attack'd by th ' Enemy ...
... Honour of his Blood and Sweat ) Seeing the Coast was free and clear O'th ' Conquer'd and the Conqueror . Took heart again , and fac'd abour . As if they meant to stand it out ; For by this Time the routed Bear , Attack'd by th ' Enemy ...
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affez ainfi Arfe Arms auffi avoient avoit b'ing Back Beaft Bear Blood Blows bold Butler c'eft c'eſt C'étoit Caufe cauſe Cerdon Chevalier chiens chofe choſe cou'd courage Crodéro Crowdero d'Hudibras d'ours derriere difpute Dogs Enemy eſt étoient étoit ev'ry faid faifant faifoient faifoit fang fans fçavoit felf fell fent ferve feul Fight find foit fome foon fought found fouvent ftill ftout ftraight fuch fuivant good Grace great Ground Hand Head Honour Horfe Hudibras keep knew Knight l'Ecuyer l'Eglife l'ours laiffer leff left Light Loi des Armes lumiere made Magnano make maniere muft n'eft o'er Olivier Cromwell Orfin paffer perfonne Poëme Prefbytériens Quoth Rabble rage raiſon Ralpho refolv'd refte right Saints ſes ſon Squire Steed ſur Sword Synode take Talgol tems thefe thou took Trulla twas twixt Whofe Words wou'd Wound
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Page 18 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 45 - Still they are sure to be i' th' right. 'Tis a dark-lanthorn of the spirit, Which none see by but those that bear it ; A light that falls down from on high, For spiritual trades to cozen by ; An ignis fatuus that bewitches And leads men into pools and ditches, To make them dip themselves, and sound For Christendom in dirty pond ; To dive, like wild-fowl, for salvation, And fish to catch regeneration.
Page 40 - We shall not need to say what lack Of leather was upon his back ; For that was hidden under pad, And breech of Knight, gall'd full as bad: His strutting...
Page 36 - With so much vigour, strength, and heat, That he had almost tumbled over With his own weight, but did recover, By laying hold on tail and mane, Which oft he us'd instead of H in.
Page 20 - Freewill they one way disavow, Another, nothing else allow ; All piety consists therein In them, in other men all sin ; Rather than fail, they will defy That which they love most tenderly : Quarrel with minced pies, and disparage Their best and dearest friend, plum-porridge ; Fat pig and goose itself oppose, And blaspheme custard through the nose. Th' apostles of this fierce religion, Like Mahomet's, were ass and widgeon.
Page 278 - Honour's a lease for lives to come, And cannot be extended from The legal tenant : 'tis a chattel Not to be forfeited in battle. If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. For as we see th...
Page 8 - He'd undertake to prove by force Of argument, a man's no horse; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl; A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
Page 70 - From whence, no doubt, th' invention came Of this lewd antichristian game.' To this, quoth Ralpho, ' Verily The point seems very plain to me ; It is an antichristian game, Unlawful both in thing and name. First, for the name ; the word Bear-baiting Is carnal, and of man's creating; For certainly there's no such word In all the Scripture on record ; Therefore unlawful, and a sin ; And so is (secondly) The thing : A vile assembly 'tis, that can No more be prov'el by Scripture, than Provincial, Classic,...
Page 58 - To those that dwell therein well known, Therefore there needs no more be said here, We unto them refer our reader ; For brevity is very good, When w
Page 34 - This sword a dagger had, his page, That was but little for his age...