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

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

A grisly meteor on his face.

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.