Hudibras, Part I (excerpts) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOODDPQHHRRHHSS DDTTUUVVWWXXRRUYKKDD YYYYYYYYUU KKYYYYUUDDUUZZYY A2A2B2C2EEKKUUD2E2YY UUZZZZDDUUYYF2F2YYZZ G2G2UUUU HHDDYYYH HHH2I2HHYU YYKKDDZZUUYDHHDDDDDD YYDDYYUUYYYYZZYYUUYY YYHHDDDDYYHH YYDDYYZZDHUUZZZZYYUU UUKKYH

THE ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST CANTOSir Hudibras his passing worthA
The manner how he sallied forthB
His arms and equipage are shownC
His horse's virtues and his ownC
Th' adventure of the bear and fiddleD
Is sung but breaks off in the middleD
When civil fury first grew highE
And men fell out they knew not whyE
When hard words jealousies and fearsF
Set folks together by the earsF
And made them fight like mad or drunkG
For Dame Religion as for punkG
Whose honesty they all durst swear forH
Though not a man of them knew whereforeH
When Gospel Trumpeter surroundedI
With long ear'd rout to battle soundedI
And pulpit drum ecclesiasticJ
Was beat with fist instead of a stickJ
Then did Sir Knight abandon dwellingK
And out he rode a colonellingK
-
A wight he was whose very sight wouldL
Entitle him Mirror of KnighthoodL
That never bent his stubborn kneeM
To any thing but ChivalryM
Nor put up blow but that which laidN
Right worshipful on shoulder bladeN
Chief of domestic knights and errantO
Either for cartel or for warrantO
Great on the bench great in the saddleD
That could as well bind o'er as swaddleD
Mighty he was at both of theseP
And styl'd of war as well as peaceQ
So some rats of amphibious natureH
Are either for the land or waterH
But here our authors make a doubtR
Whether he were more wise or stoutR
Some hold the one and some the otherH
But howsoe'er they make a potherH
The diff'rence was so small his brainS
Outweigh'd his rage but half a grainS
Which made some take him for a toolD
That knaves do work with call'd a foolD
And offer to lay wagers thatT
As Montaigne playing with his catT
Complains she thought him but an assU
Much more she would Sir HudibrasU
For that's the name our valiant knightV
To all his challenges did writeV
But they're mistaken very muchW
'Tis plain enough he was no suchW
We grant although he had much witX
H' was very shy of using itX
As being loth to wear it outR
And therefore bore it not aboutR
Unless on holy days or soU
As men their best apparel doY
Beside 'tis known he could speak GreekK
As naturally as pigs squeakK
That Latin was no more difficileD
Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistleD
Being rich in both he never scantedY
His bounty unto such as wantedY
But much of either would affordY
To many that had not one wordY
For Hebrew roots although th'are foundY
To flourish most in barren groundY
He had such plenty as suffic'dY
To make some think him circumcis'dY
And truly so perhaps he wasU
'Tis many a pious Christian's caseU
-
He was in logic a great criticK
Profoundly skill'd in analyticK
He could distinguish and divideY
A hair 'twixt south and south west sideY
On either which he would disputeY
Confute change hands and still confuteY
He'd undertake to prove by forceU
Of argument a man's no horseU
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowlD
And that a lord may be an owlD
A calf an alderman a goose a justiceU
And rooks Committee men and TrusteesU
He'd run in debt by disputationZ
And pay with ratiocinationZ
All this by syllogism trueY
In mood and figure he would doY
-
For rhetoric he could not opeA2
His mouth but out there flew a tropeA2
And when he happen'd to break offB2
I' th' middle of his speech or coughC2
H' had hard words ready to show whyE
And tell what rules he did it byE
Else when with greatest art he spokeK
You'd think he talk'd like other folkK
For all a rhetorician's rulesU
Teach nothing but to name his toolsU
His ordinary rate of speechD2
In loftiness of sound was richE2
A Babylonish dialectY
Which learned pedants much affectY
It was a parti colour'd dressU
Of patch'd and pie bald languagesU
'Twas English cut on Greek and LatinZ
Like fustian heretofore on satinZ
It had an odd promiscuous toneZ
As if h' had talk'd three parts in oneZ
Which made some think when he did gabbleD
Th' had heard three labourers of BabelD
Or Cerberus himself pronounceU
A leash of languages at onceU
This he as volubly would ventY
As if his stock would ne'er be spentY
And truly to support that chargeF2
He had supplies as vast and largeF2
For he would coin or counterfeitY
New words with little or no witY
Words so debas'd and hard no stoneZ
Was hard enough to touch them onZ
And when with hasty noise he spoke 'emG2
The ignorant for current took 'emG2
That had the orator who onceU
Did fill his mouth with pebble stonesU
When he harangu'd but known his phraseU
He would have us'd no other waysU
-
In mathematics he was greaterH
Than Tycho Brahe or Erra PaterH
For he by geometric scaleD
Could take the size of pots of aleD
Resolve by sines and tangents straightY
If bread or butter wanted weightY
And wisely tell what hour o' th' dayY
The clock does strike by algebraH
-
Beside he was a shrewd philosopherH
And had read ev'ry text and gloss overH
Whate'er the crabbed'st author hathH2
He understood b' implicit faithI2
Whatever sceptic could inquire forH
For ev'ry why he had a whereforeH
Knew more than forty of them doY
As far as words and terms could goU
-
All which he understood by roteY
And as occasion serv'd would quoteY
No matter whether right or wrongK
They might be either said or sungK
His notions fitted things so wellD
That which was which he could not tellD
But oftentimes mistook th' oneZ
For th' other as great clerks have doneZ
He could reduce all things to actsU
And knew their natures by abstractsU
Where entity and quiddityY
The ghosts of defunct bodies flyD
Where truth in person does appearH
Like words congeal'd in northern airH
He knew what's what and that's as highD
As metaphysic wit can flyD
In school divinity as ableD
As he that hight IrrefragableD
Profound in all the NominalD
And Real ways beyond them allD
And with as delicate a handY
Could twist as tough a rope of sandY
And weave fine cobwebs fit for skullD
That's empty when the moon is fullD
Such as take lodgings in a headY
That's to be let unfurnishedY
He could raise scruples dark and niceU
And after solve 'em in a triceU
As if Divinity had catch'dY
The itch on purpose to be scratch'dY
Or like a mountebank did woundY
And stab herself with doubts profoundY
Only to show with how small painZ
The sores of Faith are cur'd againZ
Although by woful proof we findY
They always leave a scar behindY
He knew the seat of ParadiseU
Could tell in what degree it liesU
And as he was dispos'd could prove itY
Below the moon or else above itY
What Adam dreamt of when his brideY
Came from her closet in his sideY
Whether the devil tempted herH
By an High Dutch interpreterH
If either of them had a navelD
Who first made music malleableD
Whether the serpent at the fallD
Had cloven feet or none at allD
All this without a gloss or commentY
He could unriddle in a momentY
In proper terms such as men smatterH
When they throw out and miss the matterH
-
For his Religion it was fitY
To match his learning and his witY
'Twas Presbyterian true blueD
For he was of that stubborn crewD
Of errant saints whom all men grantY
To be the true Church MilitantY
Such as do build their faith uponZ
The holy text of pike and gunZ
Decide all controversies byD
Infallible artilleryH
And prove their doctrine orthodoxU
By apostolic blows and knocksU
Call fire and sword and desolationZ
A godly thorough reformationZ
Which always must be carried onZ
And still be doing never doneZ
As if religion were intendedY
For nothing else but to be mendedY
A sect whose chief devotion liesU
In odd perverse antipathiesU
In falling out with that or thisU
And finding somewhat still amissU
More peevish cross and spleneticK
Than dog distract or monkey sickK
That with more care keep holy dayY
The wrong than others theH

Samuel Butler



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Hudibras, Part I (excerpts) poem by Samuel Butler


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 7 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets