To th' huffing braggart, puft nobility? No, no; thou which since yesterday hast been Such as swells the bladder of our court? I With us at London, flouts our courtiers; for BEN JONSON. (1573-1637.) These two pieces are taken from Jonson's Epigrams. The first of them was exceedingly popular in the poet's own lifetime. XII. THE NEW CRY. RE cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; FRE Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: they grow in ev'ry street; At six-and-twenty, ripe. You shall 'em meet, And have him yield no favour, but of state. Ripe are their ruffs, their cuffs, their beards, their gate, And grave as ripe, like mellow as their faces. They know the states of Christendom, not the places: Yet have they seen the maps, and bought 'em too, And understand 'em, as most chapmen do. The counsels, projects, practices they know, And what each prince doth for intelligence owe, And unto whom; they are the almanacks For twelve years yet to come, what each state lacks. They carry in their pockets Tacitus, And the Gazetti, or Gallo-Belgicus: And talk reserv'd, lock'd up, and full of fear; Are sure to con the catalogue by heart; Or bills, and there he buys the name of books. They all get Porta, for the sundry ways To write in cypher, and the several keys, To ope the character. They've found the slight With juice of lemons, onions, piss, to write; To break up seals and close 'em. And they know, If the states make peace, how it will go With England. All forbidden books they get, And of the powder-plot, they will talk yet. At naming the French king, their heads they shake, And at the Pope, and Spain, slight faces make. Or 'gainst the bishops, for the brethren rail Much like those brethren; thinking to prevail With ignorance on us, as they have done On them: and therefore do not only shun Others more modest, but contemn us too, That know not so much state, wrong, as they do. XIII. ON DON SURLY. DON SURLY to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same, Makes serious use of all great trade he knows. He speaks to men with a rhinocerote's nose, And can forget men's names, with a great grace. He will both argue, and discourse in oaths, Both which are great. And laugh at ill-made clothes; That's greater yet: to cry his own up neat. He doth, at meals, alone his pheasant eat, Which is main greatness. And, at his still board, Of solemn greatness. Blaspheme God greatly. And he dares, at dice, Or some poor hind beat, That breathes in his dog's way: and this is great. Style thee a most great fool, but no great man. SAMUEL BUTLER. (1612-1680.) XIV. THE CHARACTER OF HUDIBRAS. This extract is taken from the first canto of Hudibras, and contains the complete portrait of the Knight, Butler's aim in the presentation of this character being to satirize those fanatics and pretenders to religion who flourished during the Commonwealth. WHEN civil dudgeon first grew high, And men fell out they knew not why; And made them fight like mad or drunk, Whose honesty they all durst swear for, Though not a man of them knew wherefore: When gospel-trumpeter surrounded With long-ear'd rout to battle sounded, And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic, Was beat with fist, instead of a stick: A wight he was, whose very sight wou'd Nor put up blow, but that which laid Great in the bench, great in the saddle, H' was very shy of using it; As men their best apparel do. Besides, 't is known he could speak Greek That Latin was no more difficile, For Hebrew roots, although they're found To make some think him circumcis'd: And truly so he was, perhaps, He was in logic a great critic, A hair 'twixt south and south west side; A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And pay with ratiocination: All this by syllogism, true In mood and figure, he would do. |