His knowledge was not far behind Some call it gifts, and some new light: He could deep mysteries unriddle, As easily as thread a needle. 480 500 denominated a tailor, from the resemblance to a pair of shears, situate near his hand, as represented in Fig. 11. and formed by Hudibras's beard and the light in front of and upon Hudibras's face. The gold lace of 478 is made up of the marks in light on the neck and body of Hudibras; before conceived to be wheals arising from the blows of a cudgel. 500-558. Without stopping to point out all the likenesses referred to by the various passages put in italics from line 500 to 558, I will only observe, that in the letter For as of vagabonds we say, That they are ne'er beside their way; Which none see by but those that bear it; An ignis fatuus, that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches, 505 510 R of Ralpho's name, as above explained, there is the likeness of a parrot, Fig. 12. and there are other resemblances to birds towards the top of his head. The hilt of Hudibras's sword, together with the shadows within which it lies, is like a three or four-legged hourglass, horacle, or oracle; and it may not be amiss to remark, as to the concluding lines of this passage, that the moon (our main subject) does, in fact, give a representation, at second-hand, of Phœbus, the sun; being, in truth, (528) point-blank opposite to it, and so reflecting its image. To make them dip themselves, and sound To dive like wild-fowl for salvation, Through reed or bagpipe, verse for verse, Thus Ralph became infallible, As three or four legg'd oracle, 515 520 525 The ancient cup, or modern chair Spoke truth point-blank, though unaware. He understood the speech of birds As well as they themselves do words; 547 550 553 555 They'd make them see in darkest night, Thus was the accomplish'd squire endu❜d 623 With gifts and knowledge, per'lous shrewd. Never did trusty squire with knight, Or knight with squire, e'er jump more right. As well as virtues, parts, and wit. 625 630 Few miles on horseback had they jogged, But fortune unto them turn'd dogged; For they a sad adventure met, Of which anon we mean to treat. But ere we venture to unfold We think 'tis no great matter which; 635 640 Thou that with ale, or viler liquors, Didst inspire Withers, Pryn, and Vickars. 645 645. When we consider the subject of the Poem, as And force them, though it was in spite And cross-grain'd works of modern wits,) 650 The wonder of the ignorant, (All that is left o' th' forked hill, To make men scribble without skill ;) 655 660 In western clime there is a town, 665 coupled with this invocation, it will be readily admitted, I think, that the poet intended to call Withers, Pryn, and Vickars, lunatics; and that the Muse, whose aid he prays, is no other than the Moon herself.—The remaining part of this first Canto will be better understood presently, on entering upon the second, |