Was not by half fo tender-hooft, Nor trod upon the ground so soft : So Hudibras his, 'tis well known, We shall not need to say what lack 435 440 For that was hidden under pad, And breech of Knight gall'd full as bad. His ftrutting ribs on both fides fhow'd 445 Like furrows he himself had plow'd: With arm'd heel, or with unarm'd, kickt ; 450 For Hudibras wore but one spur, A Squire he had, whose name was Ralph, That in th' adventure went his half. Though writers, for more stately tone, Do call him Ralpho, 'tis all one: And when we can, with metre safe, We'll call him fo, if not, plain Raph; For rhyme the rudder is of verses, 455 460 With which, like ships, they steer their courses. An equal stock of wit and valour 465 He had laid in, by birth a taylor. The mighty Tyrian queen that gain'd, With fubtle fhreds, a tract of land, Did leave it, with a castle fair, To his great ancestor, her heir; 470 From him descended cross-legg'd knights ; Whom they destroy'd both great and small. This sturdy Squire had, as well As the bold Trojan knight, seen hell, Of golden bough, but true gold lace. His knowledge was not far behind The knight's, but of another kind, And he another way came by't; Some call it GIFTS, and fome NEW LIGHT. A lib'ral art that costs no pains Of study, industry, or brains. His wits were sent him for a token, 475 480 485 He ne'er confider'd it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth; 490 He spent it frank and freely too. For faints themselves will fometimes be, 495 Of gifts that cost them nothing, free. By means of this, with hem and cough, He could deep mysteries unriddle, As easily as thread a needle; For as of vagabonds we say, That they are ne'er beside their way: Which none fee by but those that bear it; 500. 505 A light that falls down from on high, For fpiritual trades to cozen by: And leads men into pools and ditches, To make them dip themselves, and found To dive, like wild-fowl, for falvation, Thro' reed or bag-pipe, verse for verse. 510 515 520 |