222 AN HEROICAL EPISTLE* OF HUDIBRAS TO SIDROPHEL. Ecce iterum Crispinus.... WELL, Sidrophel, though 'tis in vain And might (with equal reason) either With William Pryn's, before they were 5 10 *This Epistle was published ten years after the Third Canto of the Second Part, to which it is now annexed, namely, in the year 1674; and is said, in a Key to a Burlesque Poem of Mr. Butler's, published 1706, p. 13, to have been occasioned by Sir Paul Neal, a conceited virtuoso, and member of the Royal Society, who constantly affirmed that Mr. Butler was not the author of Hudibras, which gave rise to this Epistle; and by some he has been taken for the real Sidrophel of the poem. This was the gentleman, who, I am told, made a great discovery of an elephant in the moon, which, upon examination, proved to be no other than a mouse which had mistaken its way, and got into his telescope. See The Elephant in the Moon,' vol. ii. Should yet be deaf against a noise That speaks your virtues free and loud, As loud as one that sings his part To cry green hastings with an engine And torn your drum-heads with the sound); But overgrown and out of use, Persuade yourself there's no such matter, But that 'tis vanish'd out of Nature; 15 20 25 30 That neither all men's scorn and hate, Nor being laugh'd and pointed at, Nor bray'd so often in a mortar, Can teach you wholesome sense and nurture, Nor putting pigs t' a bitch to nurse, To make yourself a better beast? your critical intrigues Of trying sound from rotten eggs; Of curing wounds and scabs in trees; 35 40 45 Your arts of fluxing them for claps, Upon that duller block, your pate? To tempt your own due punishment; Not only youth but childhood too. in 't, Hence 'tis that 'cause y' have gain'd o' th' college A quarter share (at most) of knowledge, And brought in none, but spent repute, To judge, and censure, and control, More than your dividend comes to. No, though y' have purchas'd to your name That now your talent 's so well known That ev'ry strange prodigious tale Is measur❜d by your German scale— The magnitude of ev'ry lie, Cast up to what it does amount, 86 Sir Politic Would-be, in " Volpone." 91 92 These two lines, I think, plainly discover that Lilly, and not Sir Paul Neal, was here lashed under the name of 'Sidrophel;' for Lilly's fame abroad was indisputable. Mr. Strickland, who was many years agent for the Parliament in Holland, thus publishes it: "I came purposely into the committee this day to see the man who is so famous in those parts where I have so long continued: I assure you his name is famous all over Europe. I came to do him justice." Lilly is also careful to tell us, that the King of Sweden sent him a gold chain and medal, worth about fifty pounds, for making honourable mention of his Majesty in one of his almanacks, which, he says, was translated into the language spoken at Hamburgh, and printed and cried about the streets, as it was in London. Thus he trumpets to the world the fame he acquired by his infamous practices, if we may credit his own history. VOL. I. Too truly to you, and those made, Though you have try'd that nothing 's borne 105 110 That all affronts do still give place To your impenetrable face; That makes your way through all affairs, As pigs through hedges creep with theirs : An artificial natural, Is that which madmen find as soon As once they're broke loose from the moon, Relapse to e'er so little sense, To turn stark fools, and subjects fit 115 120 125 130 |