ΑΝ HEROICAL EPISTLE OF HUDIBRAS TO SIDROPHEL. Ecce iterum Crifpinus. f WELL, Sidrophel, tho' tis in vain 'Tis not amifs, ere ye 're giv'n o’er, To try one defp'rate med'cine more; And might, with equal reason, either 5 10 With William Pryn's, before they were That speaks your virtues free and loud, As loud as one that fings his part Or your new nick-nam'd old invention To cry green-hastings with an engine; And torn your drum-heads with the found; But overgrown, and out of use, Perfuade yourself there's no fuch matter, 15 20 25 When folly, as it grows in years, The more extravagant appears; 30 For who but you could be poffeft With fo much ignorance and beast, Nor bray'd fo often in a mortar, Can teach you wholesome sense and nurture, 35 40 45 |