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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The
King thus wanting Men and Coin,
Proceeded to his Magazine,
The ancient Northern Town of Hull,
Where Hotham mounted on the Wall,
With bold rebellious Impudence
Deny'd the Ent'rance of his Prince;
Who, much offended at the Matter,
Caus'd him to be proclaim'd a Traytor.
Small Punishment for such a Crime
Committed at so ill a Time!
Unless his Sov'reign Justice cou'd
Have hang'd the Traytor where he stood;
Because, when Rebels rule the Roast,
The Brand of Infamy is lost;
For, by the Saints, a Man is priz'd
The more for being stigmatiz'd,
'Cause each Dishonour whet's his Spleen,
And makes his Malice still more keen
Against that Pow'r that does disown him,
And puts the evil Mark upon him.
Besides, the greatest Proof of Zeal,
That Saint can give for Common-weal,
Is, (when he finds a proper Season)
To do some bold successful Treason;
For he who' as forfeited his Life,
To carry on rebellious Strife,
And knows, if Justice once prevails,
There is no Mercy in her Scales,
Will, for his Safety, forward run,
To finish what he has begun;
For he that backward looks, must find
His Fate persuing close behind.
Thus Rebels toil beneath the Curse
Of propping, with their utmost Force,
Their wicked Actions still with worse.
So tim'rous Villains, when they're robbing,
Proceed thro' Fear, from Theft to Stabbing,
In Hopes, by Murder, to prevent
Their being brought to Punishment.
Proceeded to his Magazine,
The ancient Northern Town of Hull,
Where Hotham mounted on the Wall,
With bold rebellious Impudence
Deny'd the Ent'rance of his Prince;
Who, much offended at the Matter,
Caus'd him to be proclaim'd a Traytor.
Small Punishment for such a Crime
Committed at so ill a Time!
Unless his Sov'reign Justice cou'd
Have hang'd the Traytor where he stood;
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The Brand of Infamy is lost;
For, by the Saints, a Man is priz'd
The more for being stigmatiz'd,
'Cause each Dishonour whet's his Spleen,
And makes his Malice still more keen
Against that Pow'r that does disown him,
And puts the evil Mark upon him.
Besides, the greatest Proof of Zeal,
That Saint can give for Common-weal,
Is, (when he finds a proper Season)
To do some bold successful Treason;
For he who' as forfeited his Life,
To carry on rebellious Strife,
And knows, if Justice once prevails,
There is no Mercy in her Scales,
Will, for his Safety, forward run,
To finish what he has begun;
For he that backward looks, must find
His Fate persuing close behind.
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Of propping, with their utmost Force,
Their wicked Actions still with worse.
So tim'rous Villains, when they're robbing,
Proceed thro' Fear, from Theft to Stabbing,
In Hopes, by Murder, to prevent
Their being brought to Punishment.
After the King, to gather Aid,
His Progress round the North had made,
That injur'd Majesty might move
His Subjects to obedient Love,
By giving them a feeling Sense
Of all his suff'ring Innocence,
From thence, with slender Force, he came,
For more Supplies, to Nottingham,
Hoping the Justice of his Cause,
Deriv'd from Heav'n, and Human Laws,
Might influence e'ery loyal Heart
To take their injur'd Sov'reign's Part;
But found Rebellion still had got,
In sordid Minds, so deep a Root,
That few, as yet, appear'd to be
So truly fix'd to Loyalty,
As to be ready to perform
Their Duty in so sad a Storm;
But rather fearful of their Lives,
Their Lands, their Children, and their Wives,
Stood nuter for a While to see,
Who first should gain a Victory;
That when Success had once been try'd,
Tho' given to the Rebels Side,
They might with Safety join the strong-
-Est Party, whether right or wrong,
Resolv'd to judge that Cause the best,
Which with the most Success was blest,
Believing that the longest Sword
Still fights the Battel of the Lord,
And that they're most belov'd of Heaven,
To whom the Victory is given.
So when a Prince usurps a Throne,
And makes another's Crown his own,
Fools, Knaves, and Cowards, always boast
His Right to rule that's uppermost,
Forgetting, that if Justice bore
No other Scales, than those of Pow'r,
That then each Villain, who by Force
Could rob a House, or take a Purse,
Might plead an equal Right to plunder
All those he could by Strength bring under;
For Justice no more License gives
For Kings to rob, than common Thieves,
The Highway-man, or brave Commander,
The Pyrate, or great Alexander:
If alike wicked, All are even
That break the standing Laws of Heaven,
Which make no Diff'rence in th' Offences.
Of petty Knaves, or pompous Princes,
But punishes the evil Doer,
Without Respect to Rich, or Poor
The King with Crosses half confounded,
And with important Cares surrounded,
Display'd his Standard, to invite
His loyal Friends to do him Right;
That is, such speedy Aid to lend,
As might be able to defend
His Royal Person, and the Throne
From those, who did his Pow'r disown,
And labour'd daily to o'erthrow,
And bring their lawful Sov'reign low.
But the vile canting, wicked Babble,
Preach'd up in Hovel, Barn, and Stable,
Had so misled the common Crowd,
From all Things that were just and good,
That Loyalty was deem'd to be
A leading Vice to Slavery,
And sweet Rebellion only thought
A Saint-like Vertue, as 'twas taught.
So that the King, as yet, could find
Small Comfort for his troubl'd Mind
Amidst those Sorrows that opprest
His pensive, but undaunted Breast,
Prepar'd with Vertue, to sustain
The worst Afflictions of his Reign.
For sacred Innocence ne'er feels
The Tongue that wounds, or Sword that kills,
But with a Martyr-like Content,
Bears nobly what it can't prevent.
Whilst wicked Men, o'ercome with Fear,
Can bravely no Misfortune bear,
But sink with Horror and Dispair.
His Progress round the North had made,
That injur'd Majesty might move
His Subjects to obedient Love,
By giving them a feeling Sense
Of all his suff'ring Innocence,
From thence, with slender Force, he came,
For more Supplies, to Nottingham,
Hoping the Justice of his Cause,
Deriv'd from Heav'n, and Human Laws,
Might influence e'ery loyal Heart
To take their injur'd Sov'reign's Part;
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In sordid Minds, so deep a Root,
That few, as yet, appear'd to be
So truly fix'd to Loyalty,
As to be ready to perform
Their Duty in so sad a Storm;
But rather fearful of their Lives,
Their Lands, their Children, and their Wives,
Stood nuter for a While to see,
Who first should gain a Victory;
That when Success had once been try'd,
Tho' given to the Rebels Side,
They might with Safety join the strong-
-Est Party, whether right or wrong,
Resolv'd to judge that Cause the best,
Which with the most Success was blest,
Believing that the longest Sword
Still fights the Battel of the Lord,
And that they're most belov'd of Heaven,
To whom the Victory is given.
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And makes another's Crown his own,
Fools, Knaves, and Cowards, always boast
His Right to rule that's uppermost,
Forgetting, that if Justice bore
No other Scales, than those of Pow'r,
That then each Villain, who by Force
Could rob a House, or take a Purse,
Might plead an equal Right to plunder
All those he could by Strength bring under;
For Justice no more License gives
For Kings to rob, than common Thieves,
The Highway-man, or brave Commander,
The Pyrate, or great Alexander:
If alike wicked, All are even
That break the standing Laws of Heaven,
Which make no Diff'rence in th' Offences.
Of petty Knaves, or pompous Princes,
But punishes the evil Doer,
Without Respect to Rich, or Poor
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And with important Cares surrounded,
Display'd his Standard, to invite
His loyal Friends to do him Right;
That is, such speedy Aid to lend,
As might be able to defend
His Royal Person, and the Throne
From those, who did his Pow'r disown,
And labour'd daily to o'erthrow,
And bring their lawful Sov'reign low.
But the vile canting, wicked Babble,
Preach'd up in Hovel, Barn, and Stable,
Had so misled the common Crowd,
From all Things that were just and good,
That Loyalty was deem'd to be
A leading Vice to Slavery,
And sweet Rebellion only thought
A Saint-like Vertue, as 'twas taught.
So that the King, as yet, could find
Small Comfort for his troubl'd Mind
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His pensive, but undaunted Breast,
Prepar'd with Vertue, to sustain
The worst Afflictions of his Reign.
For sacred Innocence ne'er feels
The Tongue that wounds, or Sword that kills,
But with a Martyr-like Content,
Bears nobly what it can't prevent.
Whilst wicked Men, o'ercome with Fear,
Can bravely no Misfortune bear,
But sink with Horror and Dispair.
The fizling Rump, who now, by Virtue
O' th' preaching Blockheads of their Party,
Had rais'd malicious Men and Coin
Sufficient for their base Design,
Began to cock their Tails, to see
They'd got the Start of Loyalty,
And that their Scripture-Quacks, by Canting,
Dissembling, Whining, Sycophanting,
Had so invegl'd Knaves and Fools,
That both were fond to be their Tools,
And to extend a helping Hand,
To plunder and enslave the Land.
Thus were the giddy Crowd prepar'd
To cause those Mis'ries that they fear'd,
And thro' blind Zeal, to hurry on
Those Ills they arm'd themselves to shun.
So Lucifer, when swell'd with Pride,
Drew winged Legions on his Side;
But all the Time his Angels fought
For Pow'r and Glory, as they thought,
They only labour'd to encrease
Their own eternal Miseries,
And for their dire Rebellion, fell
From Heav'n to everlasting Hell.
Therefore, if such seraphick Rebels
Were chang'd from Angels, into Devils,
What Curses must reward the Merits
Of Saints, that mock such wicked Spirits?
When Nottingham, that tainted Town,
Remiss in Duty to the Crown,
Had, to their Scandal, disappointed
The Measures of the Lord's anointed,
The King to Shrewsbury proceeded,
Where he soon rais'd what Force he needed,
Believ'd sufficient to oppose
At present, his Rebellious Foes,
Commanded by a noble P---r,
Who did such forked Antlets wear,
As if he meant to brow-beat those
That should the Rebels Cause oppose,
With Buts, instead of man-like Blows:
Altho' a P---r, so basely fitted,
And by a Female Tail outwitted,
A Man would think Revenge should take
Against one Rump, for t'other's Sake.
As he that thinks he has a Friend,
But finds him treach'rous in the End,
Taking Aversion to the Name,
Will credit none that bears the same.
But tho' one Rump a Cuckold made him,
And to the horned Plague betray'd him;
Yet t'other Rump, to tip the Crest
That mark'd him for a Woman's Beast,
Made the Buck Gen'ral o'er the rest.
Thus from a C---d, was he made,
Of Round-head Rams, the horned Head,
As if he hop'd, as some do guess,
With greater Shame, to hide the less.
O' th' preaching Blockheads of their Party,
Had rais'd malicious Men and Coin
Sufficient for their base Design,
Began to cock their Tails, to see
They'd got the Start of Loyalty,
And that their Scripture-Quacks, by Canting,
Dissembling, Whining, Sycophanting,
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That both were fond to be their Tools,
And to extend a helping Hand,
To plunder and enslave the Land.
Thus were the giddy Crowd prepar'd
To cause those Mis'ries that they fear'd,
And thro' blind Zeal, to hurry on
Those Ills they arm'd themselves to shun.
So Lucifer, when swell'd with Pride,
Drew winged Legions on his Side;
But all the Time his Angels fought
For Pow'r and Glory, as they thought,
They only labour'd to encrease
Their own eternal Miseries,
And for their dire Rebellion, fell
From Heav'n to everlasting Hell.
Therefore, if such seraphick Rebels
Were chang'd from Angels, into Devils,
What Curses must reward the Merits
Of Saints, that mock such wicked Spirits?
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Remiss in Duty to the Crown,
Had, to their Scandal, disappointed
The Measures of the Lord's anointed,
The King to Shrewsbury proceeded,
Where he soon rais'd what Force he needed,
Believ'd sufficient to oppose
At present, his Rebellious Foes,
Commanded by a noble P---r,
Who did such forked Antlets wear,
As if he meant to brow-beat those
That should the Rebels Cause oppose,
With Buts, instead of man-like Blows:
Altho' a P---r, so basely fitted,
And by a Female Tail outwitted,
A Man would think Revenge should take
Against one Rump, for t'other's Sake.
As he that thinks he has a Friend,
But finds him treach'rous in the End,
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Will credit none that bears the same.
But tho' one Rump a Cuckold made him,
And to the horned Plague betray'd him;
Yet t'other Rump, to tip the Crest
That mark'd him for a Woman's Beast,
Made the Buck Gen'ral o'er the rest.
Thus from a C---d, was he made,
Of Round-head Rams, the horned Head,
As if he hop'd, as some do guess,
With greater Shame, to hide the less.
Now give me Leave to light my Fuel,
And sip a little Derby Gruel;
And when refresh'd, I'll make appear
Those farther Truths you hate to bear.
And sip a little Derby Gruel;
And when refresh'd, I'll make appear
Those farther Truths you hate to bear.
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