WHEN civil fury first grew high, And men fell out, they knew not why; And made them fight, like mad or drunk, 5 Whose honesty they all durft fwear for, Was beat with fift, inftead of a stick; A Wight he was, whose very sight wou'd Entitle him Mirror of Knight-hood; That never bent his ftubborn knee To any thing but chivalry; Nor put up blow, but that which laid Right worshipful on shoulder-blade : Chief of domestic knights, and errant, Either for chartel or for warrant : Great on the bench, great in the faddle, That could as well bind o'er, as fwaddle: 10 20 Mighty he was at both of these, Some hold the one, and some the other; The diff'rence was fo fmall, his brain As Montaigne, playing with his cat, 25 30 35 40 But they're mistaken very much, 'Tis plain enough he was no fuch ; We grant, although he had much wit, H'was very shy of using it; As being loth to wear it out, And therefore bore it not about, 45 Unless on holy-days, or so, As men their best apparel do. Befide, 'tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs fqueek: That Latin was no more difficile, Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle: Being rich in both, he never fcanted But much of either wou'd afford To many, that had not one word. For Hebrew roots, although they're found 50 55 6.0 |