So learn'd Taliacotius from His back, or rather burthen, shew'd A paunch of the same bulk before; To keep well cramm'd with thrifty fare; As white-pot, butter-milk, and curds, With other vittle, which anon We farther shall dilate upon, 285 290 295 300 281. Taliacotius was an Italian surgeon, that found out a way to repair lost and decayed noses. This Taliacotius was chiet surgeon to the great duke of Tuscany, and wrote a treatise, De Curtis Membris, which he dedicates to his great master; wherein he not only declares the models of his wonderful operations in restoring of lost members, but gives you cuts of the very instruments and ligatures he made use of therein; from hence our author (cum poetica licentia) has taken his simile. 289. Æneas was the son of Anchises and Venus; a Trojan, who after long travels, came to Italy, and after the death of his father-in-law, Latinus, was made king of Latium, and reigned three years. His story is too long to insert here, and therefore I refer you to Virgil's Eneids. Troy being laid in ashes, he took his aged father Anchises upon his back, and rescued him from his enemies. But being too solicitous for his son and household gods, he lost his wife Creusa; which Mr. Dryden, in his excellent translation, thus expresseth: Haste, my dear father ('tis no time to wait,) When of his hose we come to treat, His doublet was of sturdy buff, And though not sword, yet cudgel proof; Who fear'd no blows, but such as bruise. 305 910 For warriors that delight in blood. That often tempted rats and mice 320 And when he put a hand but in The one or t' other magazine, They stoutly in defence on't stood, And from the wounded foe drew blood; And till th' were storm'd and beaten out, 325 Ne'er left the fortify'd redoubt. And tho' knights-errant, as some think, Of old did neither eat nor drink, Round table like a farthingal, On which, with shirt pull'd out behind, 340 337. Who this Arthur was, and whether any ever reigned in Britain, has been doubted heretofore, and is by some to this very day However, the history of him, which makes him one of the nine worthies of the world, is a subject sufficient for the poet to be pleasant upon. Though 'twas no table, some suppose, 344 When, laying by their swords and truncheons, We should forget where we digrest, 350 355 To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets, To whom he bore so fell a grutch, He ne'er gave quarter t' any such. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting, was grown rusty, 360 Of somebody to hew and hack. The peaceful scabbard where it dwelt For of the lower end two handful 365 It had devoured, 'twas so manful; Of warrants, exigents, contempts, 370 It had appear'd with courage bolder Than Serjeant Bum invading shoulder. Oft had it ta'en possession, And pris'ners too, or made them run. This sword a dagger had t' his page, 375 That was but little for his age; 359. The capital city of New Castile, in Spain, with an archbishopric and primacy It was very famous, amongst other things, for tempering the best metal for swords, as Damascus was, and perhaps may be still. 380 It was a serviceable dudgeon, 390 These would inveigle rats with th' scent, 395 To forage when the cocks were bent: And sometimes catch 'em with a snap As cleverly as th' ablest trap. They were upon hard duty still, And ev'ry night stood sentinel, To guard the magazine i' the hose From two-legg'd and from four-legg'd foes. 400 405 410 But after many strains and heaves, He got up to the saddle-eaves, From whence he vaulted into th' seat, With so much vigour, strength, and heat, That he had almost tumbled over 415 With his own weight, but did recover, By laying hold on tail and mane, Which oft he us'd instead of rein. 389. Oliver Cromwell and Colonel Pride had been both brewer. But now we talk of mountain steed, 420 425 430 Was not by half so tender hooft, 435 Nor trod upon the ground so soft. And as that beast would kneel and stoop (Some write) to take his rider up, So Hudibras his ('tis well known) Would often do to set him down. 440 Of leather was upon his back; For that was hidden under pad, And breech of Knight, gall'd full as bad. His strutting ribs on both sides shew'd 445 Like furroughs he himself had plow'd; Which on his rider he would flirt, 450 Still as his tender side he prick'd, With arm'd heel, or with unarm'd, kick'd; For Hudibras wore but one spur; As wisely knowing, could he stir 455 To active trot one side of 's borse, A squire he had, whose name was Ralph, 433. Julius Cæsar had a horse with feet like a man's. 'Utebatur equo insigni; pedibus prope humanis, et in modum digitorum ungulis fissis. Suet, in Jul. cap. 61. |