Hudibras - Samuel Butler (story reading txt) š
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Until the cause became a Damon,
And Pythias the wicked Mammon:
And yet, in spite of all your charms,
To conjure legion up in arms,
And raise more devils in the rout
Than eāer yā were able to cast out,
Yā have been reducād, and by those fools
Bred up (you say) in your own schools;
Who, though but gifted at your feet,
Have made it plain, they have more wit;
By whom yā have been so oft trepannād,
And held forth out of all command,
Out-gifted, out-impulsād, out-done,
And out-revealād at carryings-on;
Of all your dispensations wormād;
Out-providencād, and out-reformād,
Ejected out of church and state,
And all things, but the peopleās hate
And spirited out of thā enjoyments
Of precious, edifying employments,
By those who lodgād their gifts and graces,
Like better bowlers, in your places:
All which you bore with resolution,
Chargād on thā accompt of persecution;
And though most righteously opprest,
Against your wills, still acquiescād;
And never humād and hahād sedition,
Nor snuffled treason, nor misprision:
That is, because you never durst;
For had you preachād and prayād your worst,
Alas! you were no longer able
To raise your posse of the rabble:
One single red-coat sentinel
Out-charmād the magic of the spell;
And, with his squirt-fire, could disperse
Whole troops with chapter raisād and verse.
We knew too well those tricks of yours,
To leave it ever in your powers;
Or trust our safeties, or undoings,
To your disposing of out-goings;
Or to your ordering providence,
One farthingās worth of consequence.
For had you powār to undermine,
Or wit to carry a design,
Or correspondence to trepan,
Inveigle, or betray one man,
Thereās nothing else that intervenes,
And bars your zeal to use the means;
And therefore wondrous like, no doubt,
To bring in kings, or keep them out:
Brave undertakers to restore,
That could not keep yourselves in powār;
Tā advance the intārests of the crown,
That wanted wit to keep your own!
āTis true, you have (for Iād be loth
To wrong ye) done your parts in both,
To keep him out, and bring him in,
As grace is introducād by sin;
For ātwas your zealous want of sense,
And sanctifyād impertinence,
Your carrying business in a huddle,
That forcād our rulers to new-model;
Obligād the state to tack about,
And turn you, root and branch, all out:
To reformado, one and all,
Tā your great croysado-general:190
Your greedy slavāring to devour,
Before ātwas in your clutches, powār,
That sprung the game you were to set,
Before yā had time to draw the net;
Your spite to see the churchās lands
Divided into other hands,
And all your sacrilegious ventures
Laid out in tickets and debentures;
Your envy to be sprinkled down,
By under-churches in the town;
And no course usād to stop their mouths,
Nor thā Independentsā spreading growths
All which considerād, ātis more true
None bring him in so much as you;
Who have prevailād beyond their plots,
Their midnight juntos, and sealād knots;
That thrive more by your zealous piques,
Than all their own rash politics.
And you this way may claim a share
In carrying (as you brag) thā affair;
Else frogs and toads, that croakād the Jews
From Pharaoh and his brick-kilns loose,
And flies and mange, that set them free
From task-masters and slavery,
Were likelier to do the feat,
In any indiffārent manās conceit:
For who eāer heard of restoration
Until your thorough reformation?
That is, the kingās and churchās lands
Were sequesterād intā other hands:
For only then, and not before,
Your eyes were openād to restore;
And when the work was carrying on,
Who crossād it, but yourselves alone?
As by a world of hints appears,
All plain and extant as your ears.
But first, oā thā first: The Isle of Wight
Will rise up, if you should deny āt;
Where Henderson, and thā other masses,
Were sent to cap texts, and put cases;
To pass for deep and learned scholars,
Although but paltry Ob and Sollers:191
As if thā unseasonable fools
Had been a coursing in the schools;
Until thā had provād the devil author
Oā thā Covenant, and the Cause his daughter,
For when they chargād him with the guilt
Of all the blood that had been spilt,
They did not mean he wrought thā effusion,
In person, like Sir Pride, or Hughson,192
But only those who first begun
The quarrel were by him set on;
And who could those be but the saints,
Those reformation termagants?
But ere this passād, the wise debate
Spent so much time, it grew too late;
For Oliver had gotten ground,
Tā inclose him with his warriors round;
Had brought his Providence about,
And turnād thā untimely sophists out.
Nor had the Uxbridge busāness less
Of nonsense in āt, or sottishness,
When from a scoundrel holderforth,
The scum as well as son oā thā earth,
Your mighty senators took law
At his command, were forcād tā withdraw,
And sacrifice the peace oā thā nation
To doctrine, use, and application.
So when the Scots, your constant cronies,
Thā espousers of your cause and monies,
Who had so often, in your aid,
So many ways been soundly paid,
Came in at last for better ends,
To prove themselves your trusty friends,
You basely left them, and the church
They trainād you up to, in the lurch,
And sufferād your own tribe of Christians
To fall before, as true Philistines.
This shews what utensils yā have been,
To bring the Kingās concernments in;
Which is so far from being true,
That none but he can bring in you;
And if he take you into trust,
Will find you most exactly just;
Such as will punctually repay
With double interest, and betray.
Not that I think those pantomimes,
Who vary action with the times,
Are less ingenious in their art,
Than those who dully act one part;
Or those who turn from side to side,
More guilty than the wind and tide.
All countries are a wise manās home,
And so are governments to some,
Who change them for the same intrigues
That statesmen use in breaking leagues:
While others, in old faiths and troths,
Look odd as out-of-fashionād cloths;
And nastier in an old opinion,
Than those who never shift their linen.
For true and faithfulās sure to lose,
Which way soever the game goes;
And whether parties lose or win,
Is always nickād, or else hedgād in:
While powār usurpād, like stolān delight,
Is more bewitching than the right;
And when the times begin to alter,
None rise so high as from the halter.
And so may we, if wā have but sense
To use the necessary means;
And not your usual stratagems
On one another, lights and dreams:
To stand on terms as positive,
As if we did not take, but give:
Set up the Covenant on crutches,
āGainst those who have us in their clutches,
And dream of pulling churches down,
Before wā are sure to prop our own:
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