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declining bold Ixion's rape :
Such was that image, so it smild
A fate for which he grieves the less, because the gods had like success : for in their story, onę, we see, pursues a nymph, and takes a tree: a second, with a loyer's haste, soon overtakes whom he had chas'd; but she that did a virgin seem, possess'd, appears a wand'ring stream. For his supposed love, a third lays greedy hold upon a bird, and stands amaz'd to find his dear a wild inhabitant of th' air !
To these old tales such nymphs as you give credit, and still make them new; the am'rous now like wonders find in the swift changes of your mind.
But, Cælia, if you apprehend the Muse of your incensed friend, nor would that he record your blame, and make it livę, repeat the same; again deceive him, and again, and then he swears he'll not complain : for still to be deluded so is all the pleasure lovers know; who, like good falc'ners, take delight not in the quarry, but the flight,
TO A LADY,
Madam! intending to have try'd the silver favour which you gave, in ink the shining point I dy'd, and drench'd it in the sable wave; when, griev'd to be so foully stain'd, on you it thus to me complain’d. “ Supose you had deserv'd to take from her fair hand so fair a boon, yet how deserved I to make so ill a change, who ever won immortal praise for what I wrote, instructed by her noble thought? I, that expressed her commands to mighty lords and princely dames, always most welcome to their hands, proud that I would record their names, must now be taught an humble style, some meaner beauty to beguile!" So I, the wronged pen to please, make it my humble thanks express unto your Ladyship in these : and now 't is forced to confess that your great self did ne'er endite, nor that, to one more noble, write,
SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! tell her that wastes her time and me,
that now she knows, when I resemble her to thee, how sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young,
that hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
may read in thee,
SAMUEL BUTLER, the celebrated author of Hudibras, was born at Strensham in Worcestershire, and baptized Feb. 13, 1612; some say he was born in 1600. His father was a respectable farmer, who had his son educated at Worcester. He was afterwards 6 or 7 years at Cambridge, but was never matriculated. He returned to his native country, and became clerk to Mr. Jefferys, of Earl's-croom, a justice of the peace. This employment left him a considerable portion of leisure, which he devoted to the studies of history and poetry, as well as to music and painting. He was afterwards admitted into the family of that patroniser of learning, Elizabeth, Countess of Kent, where he became acquainted with the great Seldon, to whom he acted occasionally as emanuensis. He next lived with Sir Samuel Luke, a general under Cromwell. It was here that he began to write Hudibras, in which character he intended to ridicule the knight. The poem itself supplies the key, for Hudibras says, p. 1, can. 1, ver. 904.
« Tis sung there is a valiant mamaluke
for person, parts, address, and beard.” In Butler's Posthumous Works there is a ball!!! which tends to confirm this opinion. It is called
A TALE OF THE COBLER AND VICAR OF BRAY.
Sir Samuel by name;
obtained a mighty fame.
Nor was he much less wise than stout.
but fit in both respects
and to support the sects.
he would not cut his beard,
from kings and bishops clear'd. Which holy vow he firmly kept,
and most devoutly wore a grizzly meteor on his face,
till they were both no more.
of such exceexing worth,
or rhyning bard set forth.
both sober and in liquor; witness the mental fray between
the Cobler and the Vicar.
After the restoration, Butler became secretary to Richard Earl of Carberry, Lord President of Wales, 'who appointed him steward of Ludlow Castle, when the court was revived there. About this time he married a Mrs. Herbert, a gentlewoman of good family, but her property was lost by her money being lent ou bad security. In 1663, Butler appeared in a new character by the publication of the first part of his Hudibras, in 3 cantos. This production became soon known through the influence of that Mæcenas of lit
gature, Charles Lord Buckhurst, earl of Dorset and Middlesex, and the king and the entire royal party received it with enthusiastic applause. The next year the second part was published, and a third in 1678. He had promises of a good place from lord Clarendon, high chancellor of England, but they were never accomplished. It was highly reproachful to