From golden slumber on a bed Of heap’d Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regain’d Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. _EPITAPH FOR AN OLD UNIVERSITY CARRIER_ Here lieth one who did most truly prove That he could never die while he could move; So hung his destiny, never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot; Made of sphere-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime ’Gainst old truth) motion number’d out his time, And, like an engine moved with wheel and weight, His principles being ceased, he ended straight. Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath. Nor were it contradiction to affirm, Too long vacation hastened on his term. Merely to drive away the time, he sicken’d, Fainted, died, nor would with ale be quicken’d. “Nay,” quoth he, on his swooning bed outstretch’d, “If I mayn’t carry, sure I’ll ne’er be fetch’d, But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down to make six bearers.” Ease was his chief disease; and, to judge right, He died for heaviness that his cart went light. His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdensome, That even to his last breath (there be that say’t), As he were press’d to death, he cried, “More weight!” But had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon, he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Link’d to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet (strange to think) his _wain_ was his _increase_. His letters are deliver’d all and gone; Only remains this superscription. Samuel Butler, a brilliant and satiric wit, wrote _Hudibras_, the immortal Cavalier burlesque of the views and manners of the English Puritans. In some degree imitated from _Don Quixote_ as to plan, this burlesque is so full of shrewd wit and felicitous drollery as to hold a unique place in literature. Like all such long works, it is difficult to quote from, but some passages are given, as well as some of Butler’s clever epigrams. _THE RELIGION OF HUDIBRAS_