Hudibras Redivivus or, a Burlesque poem on the times. The Second Edition. To which is added, An Apology, and some other Improvements throughout the Whole [by Edward Ward] |
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 | Hudibras Redivivus |  |
CANTO XIII.
Dosing again, methoughts I saw
Six stately Flanders Horses draw
A gallant Lady of Renown,
Some few Miles distance out of Town,
To meet a Spark of no great Honour,
Whose chief Dependence was upon her;
And when with eager Arms she 'ad met
Those Joys she went so far to get,
And eas'd what will remain: We see
A raging Itch in Quality.
Methoughts I saw her Honour rise,
And wink and pink her drowsy Eyes,
As if she wish'd with all her Soul
To have a Woman's Belly full
Of what young Harry gave to Dol;
But finding little hopes of more,
And that the pleasing Game was o'er,
Her grateful Offering she made,
And seem'd content with what she had;
Rewarding all his kind Behaviour
According to the Joy he gave her:
So aft'r a Cursy, and a Kiss,
Protesting she was only his,
Away in haste her Coach-man drove her
In quest of some more strenuous Lover;
For Women, if they once are lewd,
They'll lie and swear by all that's Good
They're only yours, when ev'ry Whore
Will vow the like to twenty more;
Yet twice a Day methoughts I found
Her prostrate upon sacred Ground,
With such Devotion in her Face,
Mix'd with that Gravity and Grace,
That when at Church she put the Saint on,
No Mortal would have thought her wanton;
Yet could she turn a very Devil,
T'indulge her Lust with carnal Evil.
Six stately Flanders Horses draw
A gallant Lady of Renown,
Some few Miles distance out of Town,
To meet a Spark of no great Honour,
Whose chief Dependence was upon her;
And when with eager Arms she 'ad met
Those Joys she went so far to get,
And eas'd what will remain: We see
A raging Itch in Quality.
Methoughts I saw her Honour rise,
And wink and pink her drowsy Eyes,
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To have a Woman's Belly full
Of what young Harry gave to Dol;
But finding little hopes of more,
And that the pleasing Game was o'er,
Her grateful Offering she made,
And seem'd content with what she had;
Rewarding all his kind Behaviour
According to the Joy he gave her:
So aft'r a Cursy, and a Kiss,
Protesting she was only his,
Away in haste her Coach-man drove her
In quest of some more strenuous Lover;
For Women, if they once are lewd,
They'll lie and swear by all that's Good
They're only yours, when ev'ry Whore
Will vow the like to twenty more;
Yet twice a Day methoughts I found
Her prostrate upon sacred Ground,
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Mix'd with that Gravity and Grace,
That when at Church she put the Saint on,
No Mortal would have thought her wanton;
Yet could she turn a very Devil,
T'indulge her Lust with carnal Evil.
Thought I, tho' Grandeur puts a Blind
On Great Folks Vices, yet I find
Rich Harlots, who are so devout,
That ride in Coach and Six about,
Are lewd as those that walk on Foot;
Only this Diff'rence we may make,
The rich Whores give, the poor ones take.
On Great Folks Vices, yet I find
Rich Harlots, who are so devout,
That ride in Coach and Six about,
Are lewd as those that walk on Foot;
Only this Diff'rence we may make,
The rich Whores give, the poor ones take.
When at these Wonders I had gaz'd,
A mighty Man my Fancy rais'd,
Seated in open rural Chariot,
That People might the better stare at;
The flaming Beau, who like a God
Appear'd, so proud, as if he aw'd
Whole Kingdoms with Majestick Nod;
A Troop of Servants mostly arm'd
To keep their L---d from being harm'd,
Mounted on Hunters, Pads, and Tits,
Came riding after thro' the Streets:
The Charioteer drove on in haste,
The Servants posted on as fast;
But who should prove his Pomp-degraders,
But a long Train of unpaid Traders,
Who follow'd not to wait upon him,
But at his Baiting-place to dun him.
Some spurr'd their Jades in mighty Hurry,
And curs'd his Honour in a Fury;
Others cry'd out, Is this his way
To name a certain Day to pay,
And then to thus steal out of Town
A Week before the Time comes on?
Since he, to sham us, does begin?
'Egad we'll plague him at his Inn;
And fearing neither Frowns or Curses,
Still dun him on, 'till he disburses.
'Tis strange, thought I, that Men of Title
Should make their Noble Selves so little,
To be by such a craving Brood
Of Trades-men, baited and pursu'd
For a few Shillings, Pence, and Pounds,
Worse than the noble Stag by Hounds;
Whilst by their Vices and Debauches,
Whores, Bawds, and Gamsters, keep their Coaches.
A mighty Man my Fancy rais'd,
Seated in open rural Chariot,
That People might the better stare at;
The flaming Beau, who like a God
Appear'd, so proud, as if he aw'd
Whole Kingdoms with Majestick Nod;
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To keep their L---d from being harm'd,
Mounted on Hunters, Pads, and Tits,
Came riding after thro' the Streets:
The Charioteer drove on in haste,
The Servants posted on as fast;
But who should prove his Pomp-degraders,
But a long Train of unpaid Traders,
Who follow'd not to wait upon him,
But at his Baiting-place to dun him.
Some spurr'd their Jades in mighty Hurry,
And curs'd his Honour in a Fury;
Others cry'd out, Is this his way
To name a certain Day to pay,
And then to thus steal out of Town
A Week before the Time comes on?
Since he, to sham us, does begin?
'Egad we'll plague him at his Inn;
And fearing neither Frowns or Curses,
Still dun him on, 'till he disburses.
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Should make their Noble Selves so little,
To be by such a craving Brood
Of Trades-men, baited and pursu'd
For a few Shillings, Pence, and Pounds,
Worse than the noble Stag by Hounds;
Whilst by their Vices and Debauches,
Whores, Bawds, and Gamsters, keep their Coaches.
At last, methoughts I saw a Throne,
And Mercy seated thereupon:
Her noble Ensigns all display'd,
Flying around her shining Head,
To signify to all the Nation,
Her tender Pitty and Compassion;
Her charming Eyes much brighter shone,
Than all the Glories of the Sun;
And ev'ry Feature look'd more bright,
Than Luna in a Winters Night.
No sooner had she took her Place,
And shown her kind inviting Face,
But Crowds of mighty Men became
Most humble Suiters to the Dame.
At last a Man of double Honour,
Fixing his am'rous Eyes upon her;
Did with a courtly kind Behaviour,
In humble Words implore her Favour.
And Mercy seated thereupon:
Her noble Ensigns all display'd,
Flying around her shining Head,
To signify to all the Nation,
Her tender Pitty and Compassion;
Her charming Eyes much brighter shone,
Than all the Glories of the Sun;
And ev'ry Feature look'd more bright,
Than Luna in a Winters Night.
No sooner had she took her Place,
And shown her kind inviting Face,
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Most humble Suiters to the Dame.
At last a Man of double Honour,
Fixing his am'rous Eyes upon her;
Did with a courtly kind Behaviour,
In humble Words implore her Favour.
Mercy with that, began to change
Her Countenance, and looking strange
Upon him, told him, that she wonder'd
How he, of all the many hundred
That stood before her, thus could Face her,
And with such Confidence address her?
Have you not done, says she, of late
Those Cruelties you know I hate,
And by your want of Human Mercy,
Bound num'rous Families to curse ye?
Have you not done things out of Season,
And injur'd others for no Reason?
But that your Malice, Int'rest, Pride,
And all your vicious Lusts beside,
Might be the better gratify'd.
No, no, says Mercy, I abhor ye,
Withdraw, for I've no Favour for ye.
Her Countenance, and looking strange
Upon him, told him, that she wonder'd
How he, of all the many hundred
That stood before her, thus could Face her,
And with such Confidence address her?
Have you not done, says she, of late
Those Cruelties you know I hate,
And by your want of Human Mercy,
Bound num'rous Families to curse ye?
Have you not done things out of Season,
And injur'd others for no Reason?
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And all your vicious Lusts beside,
Might be the better gratify'd.
No, no, says Mercy, I abhor ye,
Withdraw, for I've no Favour for ye.
Next him, another Don as great,
Loaded with Honour and Estate,
Approach'd her Presence like a Beau,
Made three long Slides, then bowing low,
Told her, he was a Man of Honour,
Therefore presum'd to wait upon her;
Hoping his Quality and Birth,
And large Possessions here on Earth,
Would move her Heav'nly Grace to save,
By her kind Smiles, her humble Slave.
Loaded with Honour and Estate,
Approach'd her Presence like a Beau,
Made three long Slides, then bowing low,
Told her, he was a Man of Honour,
Therefore presum'd to wait upon her;
Hoping his Quality and Birth,
And large Possessions here on Earth,
Would move her Heav'nly Grace to save,
By her kind Smiles, her humble Slave.
This fawning Speech made Mercy frown,
And look as Stern as Justice down;
Altho', says she, your G--- can boast
High Honours, and a pow'rful Post,
Yet 'tis not all the glitt'ring Pomp,
Or Honours, that a Prince can stump,
That will engage my righteous Mind
To shew that Pitty you would find.
Have not those wicked, base, unjust,
Ensnaring Agents, that you trust,
Seduc'd young Creatures to your Lust?
Have not large Promises betray'd
Young Beauties t'y'r adult'rous Bed?
And when by Baits you've drawn 'em in,
And taught poor Innocence to Sin,
Have you not then with Scorn and Scoff,
Broke all your Vows, and cast them off?
And to retrench the keeping Charge,
Turn'd 'em a Drift, to Sin at large;
Which they pursue, 'till Beauty fails,
And then for Debt, they die in Jayls,
Or rot in loathsom Hospitals.
My L---d, if you had call'd sometimes
Into your Thoughts, these heavy Crimes,
Tho' you're so Great, you would have never
Came hither to have sought my Favour;
For how can he that does neglect
All Rules of Vertue, e'er expect
My Mercy, (tho' a Man of Title)
Who all his Life has shown so little?
And look as Stern as Justice down;
Altho', says she, your G--- can boast
High Honours, and a pow'rful Post,
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Or Honours, that a Prince can stump,
That will engage my righteous Mind
To shew that Pitty you would find.
Have not those wicked, base, unjust,
Ensnaring Agents, that you trust,
Seduc'd young Creatures to your Lust?
Have not large Promises betray'd
Young Beauties t'y'r adult'rous Bed?
And when by Baits you've drawn 'em in,
And taught poor Innocence to Sin,
Have you not then with Scorn and Scoff,
Broke all your Vows, and cast them off?
And to retrench the keeping Charge,
Turn'd 'em a Drift, to Sin at large;
Which they pursue, 'till Beauty fails,
And then for Debt, they die in Jayls,
Or rot in loathsom Hospitals.
My L---d, if you had call'd sometimes
Into your Thoughts, these heavy Crimes,
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Came hither to have sought my Favour;
For how can he that does neglect
All Rules of Vertue, e'er expect
My Mercy, (tho' a Man of Title)
Who all his Life has shown so little?
Next him, a bold brisk Man advanc'd,
Expecting to be countenanc'd;
To Mercy's Throne full low he bow'd,
Then made this homely Speech aloud.
Expecting to be countenanc'd;
To Mercy's Throne full low he bow'd,
Then made this homely Speech aloud.
Madam, says he, by all that's Good,
I love you with my very Blood:
I've shar'd the Influence of your Smiles
Even in Battels, and in Broils,
And never from your Dictates swerv'd,
But always have your Rules observ'd;
Not only among Human Nature,
But Cat and Dog, and every Creature.
I therefore hope from your just Throne,
To find that Mercy I have shown;
For all these C---s have so little,
They'll not afford a Man a Tittle.
I love you with my very Blood:
I've shar'd the Influence of your Smiles
Even in Battels, and in Broils,
And never from your Dictates swerv'd,
But always have your Rules observ'd;
Not only among Human Nature,
But Cat and Dog, and every Creature.
I therefore hope from your just Throne,
To find that Mercy I have shown;
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They'll not afford a Man a Tittle.
Says Mercy, you that love to shew me,
Shall always have a Title to me;
But he in Pow'r, that shall refuse me
To such as would to others use me,
Shall, when he needs me, always find
I'll leave him begging far behind,
Expos'd to the Contempt of those
His want of Mercy made his Foes.
When thus she'd spoke, the lovely Dame
Flew up to Heaven, from whence she came,
And left the rigid World to shew
Severity, where Mercy's due.
Shall always have a Title to me;
But he in Pow'r, that shall refuse me
To such as would to others use me,
Shall, when he needs me, always find
I'll leave him begging far behind,
Expos'd to the Contempt of those
His want of Mercy made his Foes.
When thus she'd spoke, the lovely Dame
Flew up to Heaven, from whence she came,
And left the rigid World to shew
Severity, where Mercy's due.
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