HUDIBRAS
ANSWERED
By True de Case
In his own POEM and LANGUAGE.
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WHat Rayling Asse is Hudibrasse?
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some fury come from Hell,
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The name itself betrayes the Elf,
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some charming conjuring spell.
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The language of the Dragon Red,
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such fire he spits abroad,
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As if his Crop wisht Dives drop,
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to cool his hot aboad.
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Let's recton up the strength o'th Cup,
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that gives this Fiend such speech,
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And see if he deserve to be
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in Pauls to lay his breech.
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He's not prophetick, but a shitten critick,
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not honest, true or wise,
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See how he brawles to shite in Pauls,
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and pull out reverend eyes.
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Sure he can tell, that came from Hell,
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how Organs fright the Divel,
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That Reverend Father, hence may gather,
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that he is full of evil,
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He ill doth guesse, a Gospel dresse
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to mask Rebellion in,
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Sure coals of wrath, not publick faith,
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will punish hellish sinne.
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Hell hath no melting, but Fiends yelping,
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when Hudibrasse was there;
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It's his desire to raise new fire,
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Crocodiles and Bodkins here.
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His Drollery Act, shews that his fact
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deserveth both the Gout
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And Halter eke, that Bishop meek,
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was ne're of that same Rout.
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Poor Wild is civil, but Hudibrass Divel
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is more then maudlin drunk;
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His holy cheat doth plead the feat
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of Babylons base punck.
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Our Judges Great, i'th law compleat,
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sure ne're durst wrest the Act;
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And though he's vext, with a down right text,
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Jack Pudding's here compact.
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He ill doth choose, for to abuse
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both Miter and the Crown,
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And make the law but like a straw,
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if Hudibrasse pull it down.
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For Hudibrasse Club and Belzebub,
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in malice both agree;
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Since he's ingrate, then [let] his fate,
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mount up on Hudibrasse Tree.
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'Twill not be strange if then he change,
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Rogero's Ink and Tune;
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If he relent, and there repent,
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hee'l flie above the Moon.
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The furious Elf's against himself,
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and all his black bravadoes;
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His satyrd dregs are worse then Megs,
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then Squibs, Jeers, or Granadoes.
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The tail o'th beast, not Smec the least,
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some three years chang'd and borne;
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Both Father and Mother, both Sister & bro-ther
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of Hudibrasse were the horn.
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Our Temples mixt, with calves are fixt,
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and Schismaticks made by the Asse;
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His legacy I wish it may be,
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Repent O Hudibrasse.
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Judges awake, Lord prelates make,
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this sonne of Edom cry,
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Hee's half a Jew, a Calf and Hu-
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Debrasse so let him die.
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No Tyburne Hedge, nor Newgate Sledge,
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I wish may be his Date;
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Our Common-prayer that is so Rare,
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may give him a better Fate.
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Onely a Letany, that runs so pleasantly,
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Il'e read to Hudibrasse Trim;
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From a Coach and a Cart, and Death that limbs part,
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Good Lord deliver him.
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Let no man grumble, that thus I rumble,
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in Hudibrasse language brave;
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For to retort sometimes is good sport.
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and so to play with a knave.
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God bless our gracious King and Queen,
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Bishops and Judges too;
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Our glorious peace let never cease,
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by Hudibrasse black Crew.
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Our Parliament that shall be sent,
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by Charles his Majesty:
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Let settle Law to keep in awe,
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Hudibrasse Fraternity.
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And so I end as Hudibrasse Friend,
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wishing both Church and State
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A blessed peace in happiness,
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and Enemies out of Date.
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