And find a method to destroy

Those pleasures which you now enjoy.
These were the doctrines that were taught,
Till this unthinking king was brought
To leave his friends to ftarve and die,
An ill reward for loyalty.

But leave we this t' another place,
And now return to Hudibras ;
Who finding, like an artful shaver,
That he was got fo high in favour,
And has the monarch's ear, and more
Was of the cab'net of his whore ;

A whore of state, who knew the length
Both of the monarch's purfe and strength,
Without much thinking or projecting,
To fquire Ralph fell thus reflecting:

Since you have went my halves in all,
M' adventures, whether great or small,
"Twould be unjuft if you should lack
In th' advantages your snack.

You fee the court how 'tis enchanted
By witches and hobgoblings haunted,
And how the prince his treafure fquanders,
Amongst his concubines and panders,
Whilft his true friends, the cavaliers,
For perfect want all hang their ears,
Are all neglected and poftpon'd,
And rarely feen, and hardly own'd.
Quoth Ralph, all this I own is true,
But what is this to me and you;
I grant indeed the cavaliers,

Have cause enough to hang their ears,
When they fee panders, pimps, and cullies,
Sharpers, fetters, rakes, and bullies,
To favours and high pofts preferr'd,
They can't be blam'd to think it hard;
But ftill th' advantages you mention,
Are foreign to my comprehenfion.
Quoth Hudibras, you are fo forward,
So pofitive and fo untoward,
That you break in and cavil still,
And will do fo because you will.

Elfe

Fox and Lion

Elfe I'd have told you the defigu
Betwixt my self and concubine,
And how for you a poft was fixt,
Unto my own the very next.
Quoth Ralph, if I may be fo bold,
I fear your project will not
hold;

Good projects at a court can't thrive,
Where vice has fole prerogative.
Indeed if you propose to be
A pimp among the quality;
Or if your worship could endure
The flavish business to procure,
And have allotted me a ftation
To serve you in that occupation;
Then we fome favours might inherit,
But nothing else has any merit.
But, Sir, as there is no good warrant,
To make a pimp of a knight errant ;
And as our learned authors tell,
The trades are scarce convertable,
I hope your worship will not err
From th' rules of chivalry and war.
For my part I a court defpife,
Where none but whores and villains rise ;
Nor will I on the man depend,
I fee ungrateful to his friend:
I'll to my hut in peace retire,
And there myself my felf unfquires
Laugh at the knaves and fools of ftate,

And live without their love or hate;
But you to go or ftay are free,

Juft as the devil and you agree.

The Fable of the LYON and the Fox. Alluding to the Caufe and Manner of the Great Rebellion in the Year 1641.

A

LYON who had uncontroll'd,
O'er many woods and forests roll'd,
Hearing his fubjects oft complain
Of many hardships in his reign,

Refolves

Refolves to go from place to place,
To try if he could learn the cause,
A fubtle fox who near him kept,
And us'd to dog him step by step,
Fearing that he among the reft,
Might be found out to be a beaft,
Whofe daily study was to bring
Contempt and ruin on his king;
Rolls in his crafty mind a way,
How he his fov'reign might betray;
And that the matter he might nick,
He pitch'd upon this cunning trick.

There was a common near a town,
Where he had frequent robb'ries done,
Oft kill'd young lambs, broke open pens,
And ftole the goodwives cocks and hens;
So ravenous and bold he was,

That not a goofe could go to graze,

But he both night and day would watch 'em,
And by fome ftratagem dispatch 'em ;
Which made the villages determine,
Both one and all to flay the vermin.
Thinks he, if it fhould happen fo,
This thoughtless brute fhould thither go,
I'd bark and howl and raise the town,
That they may come and pull him down ;
By which contrivance I avoid

To be perhaps myself deftroy'd.
Now as he thought, fo it fell out,
For
as he
rang'd the woods about,
Not dreading any fort of harm,
For innocence is ftill a charm,
He comes to that unlucky place,
Where Reynard thus obnoxious was.
The crafty vermin, when he faw,
That he by no means could withdraw,
Begins to yelp aloud and cry,
If you would fave your life, Sir, fly
And ftill he howls with all his might,
You have no remedy but flight.

The royal brute, whofe noble heart
Was never known to flinch or fiart,

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