Whachum advanc'd, with all fubmifs'nefs 495 T' accoft 'em, but much more their business: 500 He ask'd him whence they came, and whither 505 For lovers' hearts are not their own hearts, Nor lights, nor lungs, and fo forth downwards. What time-quoth Ralpho, fir, too long, Three years it off and on has hung 510 Quoth he, I meant what time o' the day 'tis. Quoth Ralpho, between seven and eight 'tis. Why then, quoth Whachum, my small art Tells me the dame has a hard heart, Or great estate.—Quoth Ralph, a jointure, 515 Which having done, the wizard steps in, Till Whachum put him in the way; 520 And what he came to know, drew near; 525 To whisper in the conj'rer's ear, Which he prevented thus: what was 't, Before these gentlemen arriv'd? Quoth Whachum, Venus you retriev'd, In opposition with Mars, And no benign friendly stars T'allay the effect. Quoth wizard, fo: 'Tis well, quoth he-Sir you'll excuse It is a scheme, and face of heaven, As th' afpects are difpos'd this even, I was contemplating upon When you arriv'd; but now I've done. Quoth Hudibras, if I appear Unseasonable in coming here Your speculations, which I hop'd 530 535 540 545 Affiftance from, and come to use, By no means, fir, quoth Sidrophel, You tell me after, on your word, You are in love, fir, with a widow, And now your business is to know If you fhall carry her, or no. Quoth Hudibras, you're in the right, But how the devil you come by 't 550 555 560 I can't imagine; for the stars, I'm fure, can tell no more than a horse : 565 Nor can their aspects, tho' you pore Your eyes out on 'em, tell you more Than th' oracle of fieve and fheers, : But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near, I only deal by rules of art; 570 575 580 |