Confin’d and conjur’d into narrow 1005
Enchanted mansion to know sorrow,
In the same order and array
Which they advanc’d, they march’d away. 
But Hudibras who scorn’d to stoop
To Fortune, or be said to droop, 1010
Chear’d up himself with ends of verse,
And sayings of philosophers.

Quoth he, Th’ one half of man, his mind,
Is, sui juris, unconfin’d,
And cannot be laid by the heels, 1015
Whate’er the other moiety feels. 
’Tis not restraint or liberty
That makes men prisoners or free;
But perturbations that possess
The mind, or aequanimities. 1020
The whole world was not half so wide
To Alexander, when he cry’d,
Because he had but one to subdue,
As was a paltry narrow tub to
Diogenes; who is not said 1025
(For aught that ever I could read)
To whine, put finger i’ th’ eye, and sob,
Because h’ had ne’er another tub. 
The ancients make two sev’ral kinds
Of prowess in heroic minds; 1030
The active, and the passive valiant;
Both which are pari libra gallant: 
For both to give blows, and to carry,
In fights are equinecessary
But in defeats, the passive stout 1035
Are always found to stand it out
Most desp’rately, and to out-do
The active ’gainst the conqu’ring foe. 
Tho’ we with blacks and blues are suggill’d,
Or, as the vulgar say, are cudgell’d; 1040
He that is valiant, and dares fight,
Though drubb’d, can lose no honour by’t. 
Honour’s a lease for lives to come,
And cannot be extended from
The legal tenant:  ’tis a chattel 1045
Not to be forfeited in battel. 
If he that in the field is slain,
Be in the bed of Honour lain,
He that is beaten, may be said
To lie in Honour’s truckle-bed. 1050
For as we see th’ eclipsed sun
By mortals is more gaz’d upon,
Than when, adorn’d with all his light,
He shines in serene sky most bright: 
So valour, in a low estate, 1055
Is most admir’d and wonder’d at.

Quoth Ralph, How great I do not know
We may by being beaten grow;
But none, that see how here we sit,
Will judge us overgrown with wit. 1060
As gifted brethren, preaching by
A carnal hour-glass, do imply,
Illumination can convey
Into them what they have to say,
But not how much; so well enough 1065
Know you to charge, but not draw off: 
For who, without a cap and bauble,
Having subdu’d a bear and rabble,
And might with honour have come off
Would put it to a second proof? 1070
A politic exploit, right fit
For Presbyterian zeal and wit.