Clad in a Mantle della Guerre
Of rough impenetrable Fur;
And in his Nose, like Indian King,
He wore for Ornament a Ring
About his Neck a three-fold Gorget,
As tough as trebled leathern Target;
Armed, as Heraulds cant, and langued,
Or, as the Vulgar fay, Sharp fanged.
For as the Teeth in Beasts of Prey
Are Swords, with which they fight in Fray;
So Swords in Men of War, are Teeth,
Which they do eat their Vittle with.
He was by Birth, fome Authors write,
A Ruffian, fome a Muscovite,
And 'mong the Coffacks had been bred,
Of whom we in Diurnals read,
That ferve to fill up Pages here,
As with their Bodies Ditches there.
Scrimansky was his Coufin-German,
With whom he ferv'd, and fed on Vermin:
And when these fail'd he'd fuck his Claws,
And quarter himself upon his Paws.
And though his Country-Men the Huns,
Did ftew their Meat between their Bums
And th' Horfes Backs, o'er which they Straddle,
And ev'ry Man eat up his Saddle.
He was not half fo nice as they,
But eat it raw when't came in's Way.
He had trac'd Countries far and near,
More than Le Blanc the Traveller:
Who writes, He Spous'd in India,
Of Noble Houfe, a Lady gay,
And got on her a Race of Worthies
As ftout as any upon Earth is.
many a Fight for him between
Talgol and Orfin oft had been s
Each striving to deserve the Crown
Of a fav'd Citizen; the one
To guard his Bear, the other fought
To aid his Dog; both made mere ftout
By fev'ral Spurs of Neighbourhood,
Church-fellow-membership, and Blood;
But Talgol, mortal Foe to Cows,
Never got ought of him but Blows;
Blows hard and heavy, fuch as he
Had lent, repay'd with Ufury.
Yet Talgol was of Courage ftout,
And vanquifh'd oftner than he fought:
Inur'd to labour, fweat, and toyl,
And, like a Champion, fhone with Oyl.
Right many a Widow his keen Blade,
And many Fatherlefs, had made.
He many a Boar and huge Dun Cow
Did, like another Guy, o'erthrow.
But Guy, with him in Fight compar'd,
Had like the Boar or Dun Cow far'd.
With greater Troops of Sheep h'had fought
Than Ajax, or bold Don Quixot;
And many a Serpent of fell Kind,
With Wings before and Stings behind,
Subdu'd as Poets fay, long agone
Bold Sir George, Saint George did the Dragon. Nor Engine, nor Device Polemick,
Difeafe, nor Doctor Epidemick,
Tho' ftor'd with Deletery Med'cines,
(Which whefoever took is Dead fince) ovo
E'er fent fo vaft à Colony
To both the under Worlds as he.
For he was of that noble Trade
That Demi-Gods and Heroes made,
Slaughter and knocking on the head
The Trade to which they all were bred:
And is like others, glorious when
'Tis great and large, but bafe if mean.
The former rides in Triumph for it;
The latter in a two-wheel'd Chariot,
For daring to profane a thing
So Sacred, with vile Bungling.
Next these the brave Magnano came,
Magnano, great in Martial Fame.
Yet when with Urfin he wag'd fight,
'Tis fung he got but little by't.
Yet he was fierce as Foreft Boar,
Whofe Spoils upon his Back he wore.
As thick as Ajax feven-fold Shield,
Which o'er his brazen Arms he held:
But Brafs was feeble to refift
The Fury of his Armed Fist,
Nor could the hardest Ir'n hold out
Against his Blows, but they would through't.
In Magick he was deeply read,
As he that made the Brazen-Head; I
Profoundly Skill'd in the Black Art, am
As English Merlin for his Heart;
But far more fkilful in the Sphears,
Than he was at the Sieve and Shears,979 ~
He could transform himfelf in Colour
As like the Devil as a Collier?
As like as Hypocrites in fhow
Are to true Saints, or Crow to Crow.
Of Warlike Engines he was Author,
Devis'd for quick Difpatch of Slaughter:
The Cannon, Blunder-bufs, and Saker!!
He was th' Inventor of and Maker:
The Trumpet, and the Kettle-Drum
Did both from his Invention come.
He was the first that e'er did teach
To make, and how to stop a Breachi
A Lance he bore, with Iron Pike,
Th' one half would thruft, the other ftrike:
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