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But, Ralp bo, this is no fit Place,
Nor do the Bold It Attemps bring forth Events still equal to their Worth? But some times fail, and in their stead Fortune and Cowardice succeed. Yet we have no great Cause to doubt, Our Actions still have born us out. Which though th' are known to be so ample, We need not Copy from Example, We're not the only Persons durst Attempt this Province, nor the first. In Northern Clime a Valrous Knight Did whilom kill his Bear in fight, And wound a Fidler : We have both Of these the Objects of our Wroth, And equal Fame and Glory from Th’ Attempt of Victory to come. 'Tis sung, there is a Valiant Mamaluke In foreign Land, yclep’dTo whom we have been oft compar'd For Person, Parts, Address and Beard; Both equally reputed stout, s'; ? And in the same Caufe both have fought;"
He oft in fuch Attempts as these
This said, as yerst the Phrygian Knight,
angry answer'd from behind,
The ARGUMENT of the
The Catalogue and Chara&ter
CAN TO I[.
"Here was an ancient sage Philosopher,
That had read Alexander Rossover, And swore the World, as he could prove, Was inade of Fighting and of Love : Just fo Romances are, for what else Is in them all, but Love and Battles ? Oth' first of these w' have no great Matter To treat of, but a World oʻth latter: In which to do the injur’d Right, We mean, in what concerns just fight.
Certes our Authors are to blame,
some fierce dead-doing Man, Compos'd of many Ingredient Valours Just like the Manhood of nine Taylors; So a wild Tartar, when he spies A Man that's handsome, valiant, wise, If he can kill him, thinks t'inherit His Wit, his Beauty, and his Spirit : As if just so much he enjoy'd As in another is destroy'd. For when a Giant's flain in Fight, And mow'd o'erthwart, or cleft downright, It is a heavy Case, no doubt, A Man should have his Brains beat out,