A Saxon duke did grow fo fat, That mice, as hiftories relate, Ate grots and labyrinths to dwell in Should e'er reach that way to the quick ? Quoth fhe, I grant it is in vain, Quoth he, that honour's very squeamish For what's more honourable than scars, 205 210 215 220 Some kick'd, until they can feel whether And yet have met, after long running, 225 With fome whom they have taught that cunning. The furtheft way about, t' o'ercome, I' th' end does prove th' nearest home; By laws of learned duellists, They that are bruis'd with wood, or fists, 230 And think one beating may for once But if they dare engage t' a second, They 're ftout and gallant fellows reckon'd. Th' old Romans freedom did beftow; Our princes worship, with a blow: 235 King Pyrrhus cur'd his splenetic And tefty courtiers with a kick. 240 And pardon'd for fome great offence, And gives thanks for the princely blows; The beaten foldier proves moft manful, 245 That, like his fword, endures the anvil, 250 And justly's found fo formidable, The more his valour 's malleable : But he that bears a baftinado, Will run away from his own fhadow : And though I'm now in durance fast, By our own party basely cast, 255 In close catasta shut, paft hope As beards, the nearer that they tend Advance me to a greater height. 260 265 Quoth fhe, you've almost made m'in love Th' extremes of glory and of shame, More foll'wers than a thief to the gallows. 275 Such great atchievements cannot fail 280 When Hudibras this language heard, He prick'd up's ears, and ftrok'd his beard; Thought he, this is the lucky hour, Wines work when vines are in the flower: This crisis then I'll fet my rest on, And put her boldly to the quft'on. Madam, what you would feem to doubt, Shall be to all the world made out, 285 290 How I've been drubb'd, and with what fpirit, And magnanimity, I bear it; And if doubt it to be true, you I'll stake myself down against you : |