Such as are lawful, and judge by Conclufions of aftrology; But for the devil, know nothing by him, 585 But only this, that I defy him. Quoth he, whatever others deem ye, I understand your metonymy; Your words of fecond-hand intention, When things by wrongful names you mention; The mystic sense of all your terms, That are indeed but magic charms To raise the devil, and mean one thing, And in itself more warrantable Than cheat or canting to a rabble, 595 To make her from her fphere difmount, 600 And to their incantation ftoop; They scorn'd to pore thro' telescope, As you yourself-Then, friend, I doubt Makes but a hole in th' earth to pifs in, To bring the devil to the lure; To catch intelligences in. Some by the nofe, with fumes, trepan 'em, 605 610 615 Others with characters and words Catch 'em as men in nets do birds; And some with fymbols, figns, and tricks, With their own influences will fetch 'em 620 Down from their orbs, arrest and catch 'em ; 625 Make 'em depose, and answer to All questions, ere they let them go. Bumbastus kept a devil's bird Shut in the pummel of his sword, That taught him all the cunning pranks. 630 Of past and future mountebanks. Kelly did all his feats upon The devil's looking-glass, a stone, Where, playing with him at bo-peep, That was his tutor, and the cur And taught him fubt❜ly to maintain All other sciences are vain. To this, quoth Sidrophello, Sir, Agrippa was no conjurer, Nor Paracelfus, no, nor Behmen; 640 Nor was the dog a caco-dæmon, But a true dog that would fhew tricks 645 For th' emp'ror, and leap o'er sticks; Would fetch and carry, was more civil And whatfoe'er he's faid to do, He went the self-fame way we go. For as the rofy-cross philofophers, Whom you will have to be but forcerers, Than Trismegiftus did before, 650 Pythagoras, old Zoroaster, And Apollonius their master, To whom they do confefs they owe Quoth Hudibras, alas! what is 't t'us 'Tis not antiquity, nor author, 655 660 That makes truth truth, altho' time's daughter; 'Twas he that put her in the pit, Before he pull'd her out of it; And as he eats his fons, just so Nor does it follow, 'caufe a herald 665 Can make a gentleman, scarce a year old, 670 To be defcended of a race Of ancient kings in a small space, |