Could by industrious valour climb Into another mould. Though Justice against Fate complain, And plead the ancient Rights in vainBut those do hold or break As men are strong or weak. Nature, that hateth emptiness, And therefore must make room What field of all the civil war Where, twining subtle fears with hope, That Charles himself might chase That thence the Royal actor borne But with his keener eye Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right; But bow'd his comely head -This was that memorable hour So when they did design The Capitol's first line, A Bleeding Head, where they begun, And yet in that the State And now the Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamed: So much one man can do That does both act and know. They can affirm his praises best, Nor yet grown stiffer with command, That can so well obey! He to the Commons' feet presents His fame, to make it theirs : And has his sword and spoils ungirt Falls heavy from the sky, She, having kill'd, no more does search But on the next green bough to perch, Where, when he first does lure, The falconer has her sure. -What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume? What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year! As Cæsar he, ere long, to Gaul, To Italy an Hannibal, And to all states not free Shall climacteric be. The Pict no shelter now shall find But from this valour, sad But Thou, the War's and Fortune's son, And for the last effect Still keep the sword erect : Besides the force it has to fright The same arts that did gain [SAMUEL BUTLER was born at Strensham, in Worcestershire, in 1612, and was educated either at Cambridge or Oxford; it is uncertain which. After leaving the University, he became clerk to a justice of the peace; and then amanuensis to Selden. He next resided with Sir Samuel Luke, one of Cromwell's principal officers, a zealous Puritan. This position, by making him acquainted with the leading characters of the Puritan party, enabled him to write "Hudibras," of which Sir Luke is undoubtedly the hero. After the Restoration, he was made Steward of Ludlow Castle; but he died in poverty in London, in 1680, and was buried in the churchyard of St. Paul's, Covent Garden. A monument was erected to him in Westminster Abbey, in 1721. He found a model for " "Hudibras," in "Don Quixote;" but the humour it contains is entirely his own. It is probable that some annoyances which he may have received from the Puritans embittered him against them. Charles II. was greatly delighted with the poem; and its author was promised a place--which, however, he never obtained. He received, indeed, three hundred pounds; but as he was greatly involved in debt, it was of little use to him. "Hudibras " was never finished; but this is scarcely to be regretted, as it actually palls by its wit, so as almost to become tedious.] HIS puissant sword unto his side Near his undaunted heart was tied, This sword a dagger had, his page, It would scrape trenchers or chip bread, |