We have seen the bear bestride thee, And the clouds of winter hide thee, But the moon is changed And here we are ranged,— Brave man o’ the moon, we bide thee. The man o’ the moon for ever! The man o’ the moon for ever! We’ll drink to him still In a merry cup of ale,— Here’s the man o’ the moon for ever! We have grieved the land should shun thee, And have never ceased to mourn thee, But for all our grief There was no relief,— Now, man o’ the moon, return thee. There’s Orion with his golden belt, And Mars, that burning mover, But of all the lights That rule the nights, The man o’ the moon for ever! THE TUB-PREACHER. By Samuel Butler (Author of Hudibras). To the tune of “The Old Courtier of the Queen’s.” WITH face and fashion to be known, With eyes all white, and many a groan, With neck awry and snivelling tone, And handkerchief from nose new-blown, And loving cant to sister Joan; ’Tis a new teacher about the town, Oh! the town’s new teacher! With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek, To get new gatherings every week, With paltry sense as man can speak, With some small Hebrew, and no Greek, With hums and haws when stuff’s to seek; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With hair cut shorter than the brow, With little band, as you know how, With cloak like Paul, no coat I trow, With surplice none, nor girdle now, With hands to thump, nor knees to bow; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With shop-board breeding and intrusion, By some outlandish institution, With Calvin’s method and conclusion, To bring all things into confusion, And far-stretched sighs for mere illusion; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With threats of absolute damnation, But certainty of some salvation To his new sect, not every nation, With election and reprobation, And with some use of consolation; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With troops expecting him at door To hear a sermon and no more, And women follow him good store, And with great Bibles to turn o’er, Whilst Tom writes notes, as bar-boys score, ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With double cap to put his head in, That looks like a black pot tipp’d with tin; While with antic gestures he doth gape and grin; The sisters admire, and he wheedles them in, Who to cheat their husbands think no sin; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. With great pretended spiritual motions, And many fine whimsical notions, With blind zeal and large devotions, With broaching rebellion and raising commotions, And poisoning the people with Geneva potions; ’Tis a new teacher, etc. THE NEW LITANY. From the King’s pamphlets, British Museum. Satires in the form of a litany were common from 1646 to 1746, and even later.