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 worth | A |
| The manner how he sallied forth | B |
| His arms and equipage are shown | C |
| His horse's virtues and his own | C |
| Th' adventure of the bear and fiddle | D |
| Is sung but breaks off in the middle | D |
| When civil fury first grew high | E |
| And men fell out they knew not why | E |
| When hard words jealousies and fears | F |
| Set folks together by the ears | F |
| And made them fight like mad or drunk | G |
| For Dame Religion as for punk | G |
| Whose honesty they all durst swear for | H |
| Though not a man of them knew wherefore | H |
| When Gospel Trumpeter surrounded | I |
| With long ear'd rout to battle sounded | I |
| And pulpit drum ecclesiastic | J |
| Was beat with fist instead of a stick | J |
| Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling | K |
| And out he rode a colonelling | K |
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| A wight he was whose very sight would | L |
| Entitle him Mirror of Knighthood | L |
| That never bent his stubborn knee | M |
| To any thing but Chivalry | M |
| Nor put up blow but that which laid | N |
| Right worshipful on shoulder blade | N |
| Chief of domestic knights and errant | O |
| Either for cartel or for warrant | O |
| Great on the bench great in the saddle | D |
| That could as well bind o'er as swaddle | D |
| Mighty he was at both of these | P |
| And styl'd of war as well as peace | Q |
| So some rats of amphibious nature | H |
| Are either for the land or water | H |
| But here our authors make a doubt | R |
| Whether he were more wise or stout | R |
| Some hold the one and some the other | H |
| But howsoe'er they make a pother | H |
| The diff'rence was so small his brain | S |
| Outweigh'd his rage but half a grain | S |
| Which made some take him for a tool | D |
| That knaves do work with call'd a fool | D |
| And offer to lay wagers that | T |
| As Montaigne playing with his cat | T |
| Complains she thought him but an ass | U |
| Much more she would Sir Hudibras | U |
| For that's the name our valiant knight | V |
| To all his challenges did write | V |
| But they're mistaken very much | W |
| 'Tis plain enough he was no such | W |
| We grant although he had much wit | X |
| H' was very shy of using it | X |
| As being loth to wear it out | R |
| And therefore bore it not about | R |
| Unless on holy days or so | U |
| As men their best apparel do | Y |
| Beside 'tis known he could speak Greek | K |
| As naturally as pigs squeak | K |
| That Latin was no more difficile | D |
| Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle | D |
| Being rich in both he never scanted | Y |
| His bounty unto such as wanted | Y |
| But much of either would afford | Y |
| To many that had not one word | Y |
| For Hebrew roots although th'are found | Y |
| To flourish most in barren ground | Y |
| He had such plenty as suffic'd | Y |
| To make some think him circumcis'd | Y |
| And truly so perhaps he was | U |
| 'Tis many a pious Christian's case | U |
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| He was in logic a great critic | K |
| Profoundly skill'd in analytic | K |
| He could distinguish and divide | Y |
| A hair 'twixt south and south west side | Y |
| On either which he would dispute | Y |
| Confute change hands and still confute | Y |
| He'd undertake to prove by force | U |
| Of argument a man's no horse | U |
| He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl | D |
| And that a lord may be an owl | D |
| A calf an alderman a goose a justice | U |
| And rooks Committee men and Trustees | U |
| He'd run in debt by disputation | Z |
| And pay with ratiocination | Z |
| All this by syllogism true | Y |
| In mood and figure he would do | Y |
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| For rhetoric he could not ope | A2 |
| His mouth but out there flew a trope | A2 |
| And when he happen'd to break off | B2 |
| I' th' middle of his speech or cough | C2 |
| H' had hard words ready to show why | E |
| And tell what rules he did it by | E |
| Else when with greatest art he spoke | K |
| You'd think he talk'd like other folk | K |
| For all a rhetorician's rules | U |
| Teach nothing but to name his tools | U |
| His ordinary rate of speech | D2 |
| In loftiness of sound was rich | E2 |
| A Babylonish dialect | Y |
| Which learned pedants much affect | Y |
| It was a parti colour'd dress | U |
| Of patch'd and pie bald languages | U |
| 'Twas English cut on Greek and Latin | Z |
| Like fustian heretofore on satin | Z |
| It had an odd promiscuous tone | Z |
| As if h' had talk'd three parts in one | Z |
| Which made some think when he did gabble | D |
| Th' had heard three labourers of Babel | D |
| Or Cerberus himself pronounce | U |
| A leash of languages at once | U |
| This he as volubly would vent | Y |
| As if his stock would ne'er be spent | Y |
| And truly to support that charge | F2 |
| He had supplies as vast and large | F2 |
| For he would coin or counterfeit | Y |
| New words with little or no wit | Y |
| Words so debas'd and hard no stone | Z |
| Was hard enough to touch them on | Z |
| And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em | G2 |
| The ignorant for current took 'em | G2 |
| That had the orator who once | U |
| Did fill his mouth with pebble stones | U |
| When he harangu'd but known his phrase | U |
| He would have us'd no other ways | U |
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| In mathematics he was greater | H |
| Than Tycho Brahe or Erra Pater | H |
| For he by geometric scale | D |
| Could take the size of pots of ale | D |
| Resolve by sines and tangents straight | Y |
| If bread or butter wanted weight | Y |
| And wisely tell what hour o' th' day | Y |
| The clock does strike by algebra | H |
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| Beside he was a shrewd philosopher | H |
| And had read ev'ry text and gloss over | H |
| Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath | H2 |
| He understood b' implicit faith | I2 |
| Whatever sceptic could inquire for | H |
| For ev'ry why he had a wherefore | H |
| Knew more than forty of them do | Y |
| As far as words and terms could go | U |
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| All which he understood by rote | Y |
| And as occasion serv'd would quote | Y |
| No matter whether right or wrong | K |
| They might be either said or sung | K |
| His notions fitted things so well | D |
| That which was which he could not tell | D |
| But oftentimes mistook th' one | Z |
| For th' other as great clerks have done | Z |
| He could reduce all things to acts | U |
| And knew their natures by abstracts | U |
| Where entity and quiddity | Y |
| The ghosts of defunct bodies fly | D |
| Where truth in person does appear | H |
| Like words congeal'd in northern air | H |
| He knew what's what and that's as high | D |
| As metaphysic wit can fly | D |
| In school divinity as able | D |
| As he that hight Irrefragable | D |
| Profound in all the Nominal | D |
| And Real ways beyond them all | D |
| And with as delicate a hand | Y |
| Could twist as tough a rope of sand | Y |
| And weave fine cobwebs fit for skull | D |
| That's empty when the moon is full | D |
| Such as take lodgings in a head | Y |
| That's to be let unfurnished | Y |
| He could raise scruples dark and nice | U |
| And after solve 'em in a trice | U |
| As if Divinity had catch'd | Y |
| The itch on purpose to be scratch'd | Y |
| Or like a mountebank did wound | Y |
| And stab herself with doubts profound | Y |
| Only to show with how small pain | Z |
| The sores of Faith are cur'd again | Z |
| Although by woful proof we find | Y |
| They always leave a scar behind | Y |
| He knew the seat of Paradise | U |
| Could tell in what degree it lies | U |
| And as he was dispos'd could prove it | Y |
| Below the moon or else above it | Y |
| What Adam dreamt of when his bride | Y |
| Came from her closet in his side | Y |
| Whether the devil tempted her | H |
| By an High Dutch interpreter | H |
| If either of them had a navel | D |
| Who first made music malleable | D |
| Whether the serpent at the fall | D |
| Had cloven feet or none at all | D |
| All this without a gloss or comment | Y |
| He could unriddle in a moment | Y |
| In proper terms such as men smatter | H |
| When they throw out and miss the matter | H |
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| For his Religion it was fit | Y |
| To match his learning and his wit | Y |
| 'Twas Presbyterian true blue | D |
| For he was of that stubborn crew | D |
| Of errant saints whom all men grant | Y |
| To be the true Church Militant | Y |
| Such as do build their faith upon | Z |
| The holy text of pike and gun | Z |
| Decide all controversies by | D |
| Infallible artillery | H |
| And prove their doctrine orthodox | U |
| By apostolic blows and knocks | U |
| Call fire and sword and desolation | Z |
| A godly thorough reformation | Z |
| Which always must be carried on | Z |
| And still be doing never done | Z |
| As if religion were intended | Y |
| For nothing else but to be mended | Y |
| A sect whose chief devotion lies | U |
| In odd perverse antipathies | U |
| In falling out with that or this | U |
| And finding somewhat still amiss | U |
| More peevish cross and splenetic | K |
| Than dog distract or monkey sick | K |
| That with more care keep holy day | Y |
| The wrong than others the | H |
Samuel Butler
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