Part 1. Canto 3. Line 823. Rof's sculp. HUDI BRA S. CANTO III. Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! For tho' Dame Fortune seem to smile, VOL. I. S 5 She'll after fhew him, in the nick Of all his glories, a dog-trick. This any man may fing or fay I' th' ditty call'd, What if a day? For Hudibras, who thought he 'ad won The field as certain as a gun, And having routed the whole troop, With victory was cock-a-hoop; 10 Thinking he 'ad done enough to purchase 15 Wherein his mettle and brave worth 20 For now the late faint-hearted rout, 25 30 35 40 |