But to be murder'd by a whore,
Was ever knight so served before?
But since he's gone, all we can say,
He chanced to die a lingering way;
If he had lived a longer date,
He might, perhaps, have met a fate
More violent, and fitting for
A knight so famed in Civil war.
To sum up all, from love and danger
He's now (O happy Knight!) a stranger.
And if a Muse can aught foretel,
His fame shall fill a chronicle,

And he in after-ages be,

Of errant knights the' epitome.

HUDIBRAS'S EPITAPH.

UNDER this stone rests Hudibras,
A Knight as errant as e'er was:
The controversy only lies,

Whether he was more stout than wise;
Nor can we here pretend to say,
Whether he best could fight or pray;
So, till those questions are decided,
His virtues must rest undivided.
Full oft he suffer'd bangs and drubs,
And full as oft took pains in tubs;
Of which the most that can be said,
He pray'd and fought, and fought and pray'd.
As for his personage and shape,

Among the rest we 'll let them scape;
Nor do we, as things stand, think fit
This stone should meddle with his wit.

One thing, 'tis true, we ought to tell,
He lived and died a colonel;

And for the Good old Cause stood buff,
'Gainst many a bitter kick and cuff.
But since his Worship 's dead and gone,
And mouldering lies beneath this stone,
The Reader is desired to look

For his achievements in his Book;
Which will preserve of Knight the tale,
Till Time and Death itself shall fail.

END OF VOL. XVII.

C. Whittingham, College House, Chiswick.