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Quoth Hudibras, Make that appear,
And I shall credit whatsoe'er
You tell me after on your Word;
Howe'er unlikely, or absurd.

You are in Love, Sir, with a Widor,
Quoth he, that does not greatly heed you,
And for three Years has rid your Wic
And Passion, without drawing Bit:
And now your Bus'ness is to know
If you shall carry her or no.
Quoth Hudibras, You're in the right,
But how the Devil you came by't
I can't imagine; for the Stars
I'm sure can tell no more ihan Horse;
Nor can their Aspects (though you pore
Your Eyes out on 'em) tell you more
Than th’Oracle of Sieve and Shears ;
That turns as certain as the Spheres,
But if the Devil's of your Counsel,
Much may be done, iny noble Donzel,
And 'tis on his Account I come
To know from you my fatal Doom:

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Quotti

Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Kniglot, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and take the Alarm,
Your Bus’ness is but to inform ;
But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near,
You have a wrong Sow by the Ear ;
For I assure

you,

for

my part,
I only deal by Rules of Art ;
Such as are lawful, and judge by
Conclusions of Astrology:
But for the Devil, know nothing by him,
But only this, that I defie him.
Quoth he, whatever others deem

ye,
I understand your Metonymie ;
Your Words of second-hand Intention,
When things by wrongful Names you mention,
The Mystick Sense of all your Terms,
That are indeed but Magick Charms,
To raise the Devil, and mean one thing,
And that is down-right Conjuring :
And in its self more warrantable
That Cheat, or Canting to a Rabble,

Or

Or putting Tricks upon the Moon,
Which by Confed'racy are done.
Your ancient Conjurers were wont
To make her from her Sphere difınount,
And to their Incantations stoop,
They scorn'd to pore through Telescope,
Or idly play at Bo-peep with her,
To find out cloudy or fair Weather,
Which ev'ry Almanack can tell,

Perhaps as learnedly and well,
I As
you your

self-Then Friend, I dout,
You go the farthest way about :
Your Modern Indian Magician
Makes but a hole in th’Earth to piss in,
And straight resolves all Questions by’t,
And seldom fails to be i'th' right.
The Rofy-crucian ways more sure
To bring the Devil to the Lure

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Each of 'em has a several Gin,
To catch Intelligencies in.
Some by the Nose with Fumes trappan 'em,
As Dunstan did the Devil's Granama

Q:hers

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