Which always must be carry'd on, For nothing else but to be mended. More peevish, cross, and splenetic, 205 210 Than dog distract, or monkey fick. As if they worship'd God for spite. 215 220 Free-will they one way difavow, In them, in other men all fin. That which they love most tenderly ; 225 Their best and dearest friend—plumb-porridge ; And blafpheme custard through the nose. To whom our knight, by fast instinct Of wit and temper, was so linkt, As if hypocrify and nonsense Had got th' advowfon of his confcience. 235 Thus was he gifted and accouter'd, Then liften, Sirs, it followeth thus: 240 245 250 |