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EQUIP A G*E OF SIR HU DIBRAS *).
Thus was he gifted and acconterd,
We mean on th' inside, not the outward :
That next of all we shall discuss:
Then lisien, Sirs, it follows thus.
His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wisdom and his face;
In cut and dye so like a rile,
A sudden view it would beguile:
The upper part whereof was whey,
The nether orange, inix'd with grey.
This bairy meteor did denounce
The fall of scepters and of crowns:
With grisly type did represent
Declining age of government,
And tell, with hieroglyphic spade,
Its own grave and the state's were made :
Like Samson's beart-breakers, it grew
! In time to make a nation rue;
Though it contributed its own fall,
To wait upon the public downfal.
It was monastic, and did grow
la holy orders by strict vow **);
Of rule as sullen and severe,
As that of rigid Cordeliere :
'Twas bound to suffer persecution,
And martyrdom, with resolution;
oppose itself against the late
And vengeance of th' incensed state,
In wiose defiance it was worn,
Still ready to be pull'd and torn,
With red-hot irons to be tortur'd.
Revild, and spit upon, and martyr'de
Maugre all which, 'twas to stand fast,
As long as monarchy should last;
But when the state should hap to reel, ,
*) Hodibras, P. I. Canio I. v. 257 -- 402. ") Verschiedene Fanatiker hatten gelobt, ihre Bärte nicht eher zu scheren, als bis das Parliament den König überzvältige hätte.
'Twas to submit to fatal steel,
And fall, as it was 'consecrate,
A sacrifice to fall of state,
Whose thread of life the Fatal Sisters
Did twist together with its whiskers,
And twine so close; that time sliould never,
In life or death, their fortunes sever;
But with his rusty sickle mow
Both down together at a blow.
His back, or rather burchen, show'd,
As if it stoop'd with its own load.
For as Aeneas bore his sire
Upon his shoulders through the fire,
Our knight did bear no less a pack
Of his own buttocks on his back;
Which now had almost got the upper-
Hand of his head for want of crupper.
To poise this equally, he bore
A paunch of the same bulk before,
Which still he had a special care
To keep well- cramm'd with thrifty fare:
As' while-pot, butter - mille, and curds,
Such as a country house affords ;
With other victual, which anon
We farther shall dilate upon,
When of his hose we come to treat,
The cupboard where he kept his meat.
His doublet was of sturdy buff, And though not sword, yet cudgel-proof, Whereby ':was fitter for his use, Who fear'd no blows but such as bruise.
His breeches were of rugged woollen, And bad been at the siege of Bullen; To old king Harry so well known, Some writers held they were his own. Through they were lin'd with many a piece Of ammunition bread and cheese, And fat black - puddings, proper food For warriors that delight in blood: For, as we said, he always chose To carry victual in his hose, That often tempted rats and mice,
. The ammunition to surprise;
And when he put a hand but in
The one or th'other magızine,
They stoudly in defence on't stood,
And from the wounded foe drew blood,
And till they were storm'd and beaten out,
Ne'er left the fortify'd redoubt;
And though knighis-errant, as some think,
Of old did neither eat nor drink,
Because when thorough d-serts vast,
And regions desolate, they pasi,
Where belly- timber above ground,
Or under, was not to be found,
Unless they graz'd, there's nor one word
Of their provision on' record:
Which made some confidently write,
They had no stomachs but to fight.
'Tis false: for Arthur wore in hall
Round table like a farthingal,
On which, with shirt pull'd out behind,
And eke before, his good knights din'd;
Though 'twas no table some suppose,
But a huge pair of round trunk hose,
In which he carry'd as much meat
As he and all the knights, could eat,
When laying by their swords and truncheons,
'They took their breakfasts, or their luncheons.
But let that pass at present, lest
We should forget where we digrest,
As learned authors use, to whom
We leave it, and to the purpose come.
His puissant sword unto his side,
Near his undaunted heart was ty’d:
With basket - hilt thai woutd hold broth,
And serves for fight and dinner both;
In it he melled lead for builets
To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets,
To whom he bore so fell a grutch,
He ne'er gave quarter to any such.
The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty,
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself, for lack
Of some body to hew and, häck:
The peaceful scabbard, where it dwelt,
The rancour of its edge had felt :
Por of the lower end two handful
It had devour'd, 'was so manful,
And so much scorn'd to lurk in case,
As if it durst not shew its face.
In many desperate attempts
Of warrants, exigents, contempts,
It' had appear'd with courage bolder
Than Serjearit Bum invading shoulder :
Oft had it ta'en possession,
And pris'ners too, or made them şun.
This sword a Jagger had, his page,
That was but little
And thierelore waited on hinn so,
As dwarfs upon knights errant do.
It was a serviceable dudgeon,
Either for fighting or for drudging:
When it had stabb'd ,' or broke a head,
It would scrape trenchers, or chip bread,
Toast cheese or Bacon, though it were
To bait a mouse- trap, 'twould vot care:
'Twould make clean shoes, and in the earth
Set leeks and opions, and so forth.
It had been 'prentice to a brewer,
Where this and more it did endure;
Eut left the trade, as niany more
Have lately done on the same score *).
In th' holsters of the saddle-bow
Two aged pistols lie did stow,
Among the surplus of such meat
As in his hose he could not get.
These would inveigle rats with th' sceni,
To forage wlien the cocks were bent;
And sometimes catch 'em with a snap,
As cleverly as th' ablest op:
*) Man sagt, Cromwell's Vater sey ein Brauer in Hune tingdon gewesen.
They were upon hard duty still,
And ev'ry night stood centinel,
To guard the magazine i' th' hose
From two-legg'd, and from four-legg'd foes.
JonX WILMOT'EARL or ROCHESTER, 1647 zu Ditchley in Orfordshire geboren, wurde 1654 in das WadhamCollege geschickt, und 1661 durch den Lord Clarendon in eigener Person zum Magister der Künste erhoben. Nachdem er hierauf eine Reise durch Frankreich und Italien gemacht hatte, ging er an den Hof, und überliefs sich hier seinem Hange zu Ausschweifungen in einem solchen Grade, dass er dem Dr. Burnet, der ihm nachmals bessere Gesinnungen, besonders in Artselung der christlichen Religion, einzuflossen suchte, gestand, er sey 5 Jahre fast ununterbrochen trunken, und während der wenigen Augenblicke von Besinnung von den überstandenen Rausche so erhitet gewesen, dass er nie über sich selbst habe Herr werden können. In den lucidis intervallis beschäftigte er sich mit den schönen Wissenschaften, und schrieb Schmäh schriften, Boileau und Cowley waren seine Lieblingsdichter, Diese wenigen Zwischenräuma abgerechnet; lehte er in sinnloser Zerstreuung und viehischer Lust, bis es Burnet gelang, ihn auf bessere Wege zu leiten, ein Verdienst, das sich der Doctor übrigens nicht hoch anrechnen konnte, da er es mit einem schon entnervten Wol
zu thun hatte. S. seine interessante Schrift: some passages of the life and death of John Earl of Rochester. Eine Entkrüftung machte 1650 dem Leben des unglücklichen
Man hat von ihm eine Sammlung ver. mischter Gedichte, die in seinein Tódesjahre erschien, und hernach öfters aufgelegt worden ist. Die vierte Ausgabe führt folgenden Titel : the works of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, containing poems - on several occasions, his Lord. ship's letters, with Valentinian, a Tragedy, London 1732, 8. Zu den vorzüglichsten und zugleich echten Stücken (denn mehrere scheinen nicht von Rochester's Hand zu seyn) zählt Johnson: the imitation of Horace's Satire, che verses