And as the elder sisters, Growth and Sense, Souls paramount themselves, in man commence But faculties of reasons queen; no more Are they to him (who was complete before), Ingredients of his virtue. Thread the beads Of Caesar's acts, great Pompey's and the Swede's, And 'tis a bracelet fit for Rupert's hand, By which that vast triumvirate is spanned. 70 Here, here is palmistry; here you may read How long the world shall live and when 't shall bleed. What every man winds up, that Rupert hath, For Nature raised him of the Public Faith; Pandora's brother, to make up whose store The gods were fain to run upon the score. Such was the painter's brief for Venus' face; Item, an eye from Jane; a lip from Grace. Let Isaac and his cits flay off the plate That tips their antlers, for the calf of state; 80 Let the zeal-twanging nose, that wants a ridge, Snuffling devoutly, drop his silver bridge; Yes, and the gossip spoon augment the sum Although poor Caleb lose his christendom; Rupert outweighs that in his sterling self Which their self-want pays in commuting pelf. Pardon, great Sir, for that ignoble crew Gains when made bankrupt in the scales with you. As he, who in his character of Light Styled it God's shadow, made it far more bright 90 By an eclipse so glorious (light is dim And a black nothing when compared to Him), So 'tis illustrious to be Rupert's foil And a just trophy to be made his spoil. I'll pin my faith on the Diurnal's sleeve Hereafter, and the Guildhall creed believe; The conquests which the Common Council hears With their wide listening mouth from the great Peers That ran away in triumph. Such a foe Can make them victors in their overthrow; 100 Where providence and valour meet in one, Courage so poised with circumspection That he revives the quarrel once again Of the soul's throne; whether in heart, or brain, And leaves it a drawn match; whose fervour can Hatch him whom Nature poached but half a man; His trumpet, like the angel's at the last, Makes the soul rise by a miraculous blast. Was the Mount Athos carved in shape of man As 'twas designed by th' Macedonian 110 (Whose right hand should a populous land contain, The left should be a channel to the main), His spirit would inform th' amphibious figure And, strait-laced, sweat for a dominion bigger. The terror of whose name can out of seven, Like Falstaff's buckram men, make fly eleven. Thus some grow rich by breaking. Vipers thus, By being slain, are made more numerous. No wonder they'll confess no loss of men, For Rupert knocks 'em till they gig again. 120 They fear the giblets of his train, they fear Even his dog, that four-legged cavalier; He that devours the scraps that Lunsford makes; Whose picture feeds upon a child in steaks;