HUDIBRAS ANSWERED By True de Case In his own POEM and LANGUAGE.  

WHat Railing Ass is Hudibrasse?  
some fury come from Hell,  
The name itself betrays the Elf,  
some charming conjuring spell.   

The language of the Dragon Red,  
such fire he spits abroad,  
As if his Crop wished Dives drop,  
to cool his hot abode.   

Let's recton up the strength o'th' Cup,  
that gives this Fiend such speech,  
And see if he deserve to be  
in Paul's to lay his breech.   

He's not prophetic, but a shitten critic,  
not honest, true or wise,  
See how he brawls to shit in Paul's,  
and pull out reverend eyes.   

Sure he can tell, that came from Hell,  
how Organs fright the Devil,  
That Reverend Father, hence may gather,  
that he is full of evil,   

He ill doth guess, a Gospel dress  
to mask Rebellion in,  
Sure coals of wrath, not public faith,  
will punish hellish sin.   

Hell hath no melting, but Fiend's yelping,  
when Hudibrasse was there;  
It's his desire to raise new fire,  
Crocodiles and Bodkins here.   

His Drollery Act, shows that his fact  
deserveth both the Gout  
And Halter eke, that Bishop meek,  
was ne'er of that same Rout.   

Poor Wild is civil, but Hudibrass Devil  
is more than maudlin drunk;  
His holy cheat doth plead the feat  
of Babylon's base punk.   

Our Judges Great, i'th' law complete,  
sure ne'er durst wrest the Act;  
And though he's vexed, with a down right text,  
Jack Pudding's here compact.   

He ill doth choose, for to abuse  
both Mitre and the Crown,  
And make the law but like a straw,  
if Hudibrasse pull it down.   

For Hudibrasse Club and Belzebub,  
in malice both agree;  
Since he's ingrate, then let his fate,  
mount up on Hudibrasse Tree.   

'Twill not be strange if than he change,  
Rogero's Ink and Tune;  
If he relent, and there repent,  
he'll fly above the Moon.   

The furious Elf's against himself,  
and all his black bravadoes;  
His satyrd dregs are worse than Megs,  
than Squibs, Jeers, or Granades.   

The tail o'th' beast, not Smec the least,  
some three years changed and horn;  
Both Father and Mother▪ both Sister & brother  
of Hudibrasse were the horn.   

Our Temples mixed, with calves are fixed,  
and Schismatics made by the Ass;  
His legacy I wish it may be,  
Repent O Hudibrasse.   

Judges awake, Lord prelate's make,  
this son of Edom cry,  
he's half a Jew, a Calf and HuDebrasse  
so let him die.   

No Tyburn Hedge, nor Newgate Sledge,  
I wish may be his Date;  
Our Common-prayer that is so Rare,  
may give him a better Fate.   

Only a Litany, that runs so pleasantly,  
I'll read to Hudibrasse Trim;  
From a Coach and a Cart, and Death that limbs part,  
Good Lord deliver him.   

Let no man grumble, that thus I rumble,  
in Hudibrasse language brave;  
For to retort sometimes is good sport.  
and so to play with a knave.   

God bless our gracious King and Queen,  
Bishops and Judges too;  
Our glorious peace let never cease,  
by Hudibrasse black Crew.   

Our Parliament that shall be sent,  
by Cbarles his Majesty:  
Let settle Law to keep in awe,  
Hudibrasse Fraternity.   

And so I end as Hudibrasse Friend,  
wishing both Church and State  
A blessed peace in happiness,  
and Enemies out of Date.   
FINIS.