Tho' it contributed its own fall,
To wait upon the public downfal:
It was monastic, and did grow
In holy orders by striet vow;
Of rule as sullen and severe,
As that of rigid Cordeliere:
'Twas bound to suffer persecution,
And martyrdom, with resolution;
T'oppose itself against the hate
And vengeance of th' incensed state,
In whose defiance it was worn,
Still ready to be pull'd and torn,
With red-hot irons to be tortur'd,
Revil'd, and spit upon, and martyr'd;
Maugre all which 'twas to stand fast
As long as Monarchy should last;

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But when the state should hap to reel,

'Twas to submit to fatal steel, And fall, as it was consecrate, A sacrifice to fall of state,

Whose thread of life the Fatal Sisters

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Did twist together with its whiskers,

And twine so close, that Time should never,

In life or death, their fortunes sever,

But with his rusty sickle mow

Both down together at a blow.

So learned Taliacotius, from
The brawny part of porter's bum,
Cut supplemental noses, which
Wou'd last as long as parent breech,
But when the date of Nock was out,
Off dropt the sympathetic snout.
His back, or rather burthen, show'd
As if it stoop'd with its own load:
For as Æneas bore his sire
Upon his shoulders thro' the fire,

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v. 281.] Gasper Taliacotius was born at Bononia, A. D. 1553, and was Professor of physic and surgery there. He died 1559. His statue stands in the Anatomy theatre, holding a nose in its hand.---He wrote a treatise in Latin called Chirurgia Nota, in which he teaches the art of ingrafting noses, ears, lips, &c. with the proper instruments and bandages. This book has passed through two editions.

Our Knight did bear no less a pack
Of his own buttocks on his back;
Which now had almost got the upper-
Hand of his head for want of crupper:
To poise this equally, he bore
A paunch of the same bulk before,
Which still he had a special care

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To keep well-cramm'd with thrifty fare;

As white-pot, butter-milk, and curds,

Such as a country-house affords;

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With other victual, which anon

We farther shall dilate upon,

When of his hose we come to treat,

The cupboard where he kept his meat.
His doublet was of sturdy buff,
And tho' not sword, yet cudgel-proof,
Whereby 'twas fitter for his use,

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Thro' they were lin'd with many a piece
Of ammunition bread and cheese,
And fat black-puddings, proper food
For warriors that delight in blood:
For, as we said, he always chose

To carry vittle in his hose,

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But when the state should hap to reel,

'Twas to submit to fatal steel, And fall, as it was consecrate,

A sacrifice to fall of state,

Whose thread of life the Fatal Sisters

275

Did twist together with its whiskers,

And twine so close, that Time should never,

In life or death, their fortunes sever,

But with his rusty sickle mow

Both down together at a blow.

So learned Taliacotius, from
The brawny part of porter's bum,
Cut supplemental noses, which
Wou'd last as long as parent breech,
But when the date of Nock was out,
Off dropt the sympathetic snout.
His back, or rather burthen, show'd
As if it stoop'd with its own load:
For as Eneas bore his sire
Upon his shoulders thro' the fire,

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v. 281. Gasper Taliacotius was born at Bononia, A. D. 1553, and was Professor of physic and surgery there. He died 1559. His statue stands in the An tomy theatre, holding a nose in its hand.---He wr a treatise in Latin called Chirurgia Nota, in whic teaches the art of ingrafting noses, ears, lips. the proper instruments and bandages. T passed through two editions.

Our Knight did bear no less a pack
Of his own buttocks on his back;
Which now had almost got the upper-
Hand of his head for want of crupper:
To poise this equally, he bore
A paunch of the same bulk before,

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Which still he had a special care

To keep well-cramm'd with thrifty fare;

As white-pot, butter-milk, and curds,

Such as a country-house affords;

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With other victual, which anon
We farther shall dilate upon,

When of his hose we come to treat,

The cupboard where he kept his meat.
His doublet was of sturdy buff,
And tho' not sword, yet cudgel-proof,
Whereby 'twas fitter for his use,

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Who fear'd no blows but such as bruise.

His breeches were of rugged woollen,

And had been at the siege of Bullen;
To old King King Harry so well known,
Some writers held they were his own:
Thro' they were lin'd with many a piece
Of ammunition bread and cheese,
And fat black-puddings, proper for
For warriors that delight in bl
For, as we said, he always c'
To carry vittle in his hose,