Make true and false, unjust and just, Difpute and fet a Paradox, Like a strait Boot upon the Stocks, With fierce Dispute maintain'd their Church, : Made good with ftout Polemick Braul All which the Knight and Squire in Wrath And And like a Lobfter boil'd, the Morn From Black to Red began to turn. When Hudibras, whom Thoughts and Aking 'Twixt fleeping kept all Night, and waking, Began to rub his droufie Eyes, And from his Couch prepar'd to rife: He vow'd to do with trufty Speed. Which vulgar Authors in Romances Sprung Sprung a new Scruple in his Head, Which firft he scratch'd, and after faid; An Oath, If I fhou'd wave this fwinging, Or whether 't be a leffer Sin To be forfworn, than act the thing, go. I shall enlarge upon the Point. |