HUDIBRAS UNPRINTED.1

O Jesuit ever took in hand

N°

To plant a church in barren land;
Nor ever thought it worth the while
A Swede or Russ to reconcile.

For where there is not store of wealth,

Souls are not worth the charge of health.
Spain [in] America had designs

To sell their gospel for their [mines].
For had the Mexicans been poor,

No Spaniard twice had landed on their shore.
'Twas gold the Catholic religion planted,
Which, had they wanted gold, they still had
wanted.

W

WRITERS.1

HEN they Rayl before they write,
They do but strip before, they fight,

As other Quarrellers are wont

Wth foul words to begin th' affront.

1 Such was the title given to this fragment on its first appearance in Aubrey's" Lives of Eminent Men," printed in 1813. It has been universally considered a genuine production of Butler's.

1 Now first printed from the British Museum manuscript, 32625, fol, 51. See preface.

A knowing writers Blots

Are better than his First Free Thoughts.

That go by Precedents of wit

And only write what others writ

That in their scarlet hoods like sacks

Beare all their Faults behinde their Backs
It is impossible to write

Satyrically, and not light

On something of him unawares

As Spaniels casually start Hares

As tis the Greatest Mastry in the Art
Of Painting, to Foreshorten any part
Than draw it out, so tis in Bookes, the chief
Of all Perfections to be Plain and Brief
The Modern times have no Arithmetig
Of the Ancient Roman MSS. nor ye Greek
The Ancients seldom did translate a Book
But only what was for their purpose tooke
And left the rest for others to make use
Of what they Pleas'd, and freely Pick and choose
But what is more Familiar in their Books
Then men begetting children upon Brooks?
From which they fetch their Antiq. Pedigrees
And own themselves at first a Spaune of Fish
Others derive their Races from ye Gods
That Ravisht silly Virgins in yR Woods
As Naturally as the Spanish kinde
Of Running Nags ingendred by y wind.

A "MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHT."

IN SHORT VERSE.

LL generous creatures live, of course,

The lion's constant to his miss,
And never leaves his lioness;
And she's as true to him agen,
As virtuous ladies are to men,
The chaste and docile elephant,
T' his only female is gallant;
And she as constant to his bed,
That first enjoy'd her maidenhead;
But paltry rams, and bulls, and goats
Are more insatiate than stotes;

And other vermin of all sorts

That spend their time in making courts.
As all poltroons delight to range,

And though, but for the worst, to change.

1 Now first printed from the British Museum manuscript, 32625, fol. 40. This is another version of the fragment on page 278. Compare the two versions of" The Elephant in the Moon,"

APPENDIX A.

CYDIPPE, HER ANSWER TO

ACONTIUS.

[The following poem appeared in Ovid's Epistles translated by various hands, 1680, where it is attributed to Mr. Butler. Dryden wrote the preface to this volume, and probably obtained the translations from their respective authors, as to whom therefore he is not likely to have been mistaken. This is printed from the third edition, 1683, the earliest in the British Museum.]

IN silent fear, I read your Letter o'r before!

Nor had I read, but that I fear'd t'engage
By my neglect the peevish Goddess Rage:
[In] vain [I] deck her Shrine, her Rites attend,
The partial Goddess still remains your Friend.
A Virgin rather shou'd a Virgin Aid,
But where I seek Relief I am betray'd!
I languish, and the Cause of my Disease
As yet lies hid, no Medicine gives me Ease.
In how much pain do I this Letter write!
To my weak Hand my sicklier thoughts in-
dite:

What anxious fear alas afflicts me too,
Lest any but my trusty Nurse shou'd know!