The Learned Rabbins of the Jews
Write, there's a Bone, which they call Luez,
I' th' Rump of Man, of fuch a Vertue,
No force in Nature can do hurt to;
And therefore, at the laft Great Day,
All th' other Members fhall, they fay,
Spring out of this, as from a Seed,
All forts of Vegetals proceed :
From whence, the Learned Sons of Art,
Os Sacrum, juftly stile that
Then what can better represent,
Than this Rump Bone, the Parliament?
That after feveral rude Ejections,
And as prodigious Refurrections;
With new Reversions of nine Lives,
Starts up, and, like a Cat, revives?.
But now, alas, they're all expir'd,
And th' House, as well as Members, fir'd,
Confum'd in Kennels, by the Rout,
With which they other Fires put out;
Condemn'd t'ungoverning Distress,.
And Paultry, Private Wretchedness;
Worfe than the Devil to Privation,
Beyond all hopes of Reftauration;
And parted like the Body and Soul,
From all Dominion and Controul.
We who could lately with a Look
Enact, Establish, or Revoke;
Whose Arbitrary Nods gave Law,
And Frowns kept Multitudes in Awe;
Before the Blufter of whose Huff,
All Hats, as in a Storm, flew off;
Ador'd and bow'd to by the Great,
Down to the Foot-man, and Valett.
Had more bent Knees than Chappel-Mats,
And Prayers, than the Crowns of Hats;
Shall now be scorn'd as wretchedly,
For Ruin's just as low as high;
Which might be fuffer'd, were it all
The Horror, that attends our Fall :
For, fome of us have Scores more large
Than Heads and Quarters can difcharge,
And others who, by reftlefs fcraping,
With Publick Frauds, and Private Rapine;
Have mighty Heaps of Wealth amass'd,
Would gladly lay down all at last:
And to be but undone, Entail
Their Veffels on perpetual Jail;
And bless the Devil to let them Farms
Of forfeit Souls, on no worfe Terms.
This faid, a near and louder Shout
Put all th? Affembly to the Rout:
Who now begun to out-run their Fear,
As Horses do, from thofe they bear:
But crouded on, with so much haste,
Until th' had block'd the Paffage faft ;
And Barridaco'd it with Haunches
Of Outward Men, and Bulks and Paunches,
That with their Shoulders ftrove to squeeze,
And rather fave a Crippled piece
Of all their crufh'd and broken Members,
Than have them Grillied on the Embers:
Still preffing on with heavy Packs,
Of one another, on their Backs:
The Van-Guard could no longer bear
The Charges of the Forlorn Rere;
But born down headlong by the Rout,
Were trampled forely under Foot,
Yet nothing prov'd fo formidable,
As th' horrid Cookery of the Rabble ;
And Fear that keeps all Feeling out,
As leffer Pains are by the Gout,
Reliev'd 'em with a fresh Supply
Of rallied Force, enough to fly,
And beat a Tuscan Running Horse,
Whose Jocky-Rider is all Spurs.
The ARGUMENT of the
THIRD CANTO.
The Knight and Squire's Prodigious Flight,
To quit th' Inchanted Bow'r by Night:
He plods to tarn his Amorous Suit
T'a Plea in Law, and profecute:
Repairs to Counfel, to advise
'Bout managing the Enterprize :
But first Refolves to try by Letter,
And one more fair Addrefs, to get her.
CHO would believe what ftrange Bug
Mankind creates itfelf, of Fears,
That spring like Fern, that Infect Weed,
Equivocally, without Seed;
And have no poffible Foundation,
But meerly in th' Imagination:
And yet can do more dreadful Feats,
Than Hags, with all their Imps and Teats:
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