the bye; I do not insist upon it. There is another thing I must press more earnestly, and that is this: It seems a good part of my revenue will expire in two or three years, except you will be pleased to continue it. I have to say for it: Pray, why did you give me so much as you have done, unless you resolve to give on as fast as I call for it? The nation hates you already for giving so much, and I will hate you too if you do not give me more. So that, if you stick not to me, you must not have a friend in England. On the other hand, if you will give me the revenue I desire, I shall be able to do those things for your religion and liberty that I have had long in my thoughts, but cannot effect them without a little more money to carry me through. Therefore look to't, and take notice, that if you do not make me rich enough to undo you, it shall lie at your doors. For my part, I wash my hands on it. If you desire more instances of my zeal, I have them for you. For example, I have converted my sons from popery, and I may say without vanity, it was my own work. 'Twould do one's heart good to hear how prettily George can read already in the Psalter. They are all fine children, God bless 'em, and so like me in their understandings! I must now acquaint you that, by my lord-treasurer's advice, I have made a considerable retrenchment upon my expenses in candles and charcoal, and do not intend to stop, but will, with your help, look into the late embezzlements of my dripping-pans and kitchen-stuff. Sir John Suckling The Pale Lover WHY SO pale and wan, fond Lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! This will not move; This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her The devil take her! The Constant Lover Our upon it! I have lov'd Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again But the spite on't is, no praise Love with me had made no stays Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least, ere this, A dozen dozen in her place! Samuel Butler The Logic and Rhetoric of Hudibras He was in logic a great critic, He could distinguish, and divide 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. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope; And when he happened to break off Teach nothing but to name his tools. But, when he pleased to show't, his speech A Babylonish dialect, Which learned pedants much affect. As if h' had talked three parts in one; Which made some think, when he did gabble, Or Cerberus himself pronounce A leash of languages at once. This he as volubly would vent As if his stock would ne'er be spent: That had the orator, who once Did fill his mouth with pebble stones When he harangued, but known his phrase, |