A grisly meteor on his face.

Cry out upon the stars for doing Ill offices, to cross their wooing.

This hairy meteor did announce The fall of sceptres and of crowns.

Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat; Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.

For now the field is not far off Where we must give the world a proof Of deeds, not words.

He was in Logic, a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in Analytic; He could distinguish, and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.