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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 say, 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 Russian, fome a Muscovite,
And ’mong the Cofacks had been bred,
Of whom we in Diurnals read,
That serve to fill up Pages here,
As with their Bodies Ditches there.
Scrimansky was his Cousin-German,
With whom he serv'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 stew their Meat between their Bums
And th' Horses Backs, o'er which they Straddle,
And ev'ry Man eat up his Saddle.
He was not half so 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 stout as any upon Earth is.
Full many a Fight for him between
Talgol and Orfin oft had been ,
Each striving to deserve the Crown
Of a fay'd Citizen; the one
To guard his Bear, the other fought
To aid his Dog ; both made more stout
By sev'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, such as he
Had lent, repay'd with Usury.
Yet Talgol was of Courage stout,
And vanquish'd oftner than he fought:
Inur’d to labour, sweat, and toyl,
And, like a Champion, shone with Oyl...
Right many a Widow his keen Blade,
And many Fatherless, had made.
He many a Boar and huge Dun Cow in
Did, like another Guy, o’erthrow.
But Guy, witli him in Fight compard,
Had like the Boar or Drin Cow far'd.
With greater Troops of Sheep h'had fouglit
Than Ajax, or bold Don Quixot;
And many a Serpent of fell Kind,
With Wings before and Stings behind,
Subdu'd : as Poets say, long agone
Bold Sir George, Saint George did the Dragon.
Nor Engine, nor Device Polemick,
Disease, nor Doctor Epidemick,
Tho' stor’d with Deletery Medcines,
(Which whosoever took is Dead since) voin,
Tis sung he got but little by't.
E'er sent so 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 base if mean:
The former rides in Triumph for it;
The latter in a two-wheeld Chariot,
For daring to profane a thing
So Sacred, with vile Bungling. :
Next these the brave Magnano çame,
Magnano, great in Martial Fame.
Yet when with Ursin he wag'd fight,
Yet he was fierce as Forest Boar,
Whose Spoils upon his Back he wore.
As thick as Ajax feven-fold Shield,
Which o'er his brazen Arms he held :
But Brass was feeble to resist
The Fury of his Armed Fift,
Nor could the hardest Ir'n hold out 111
Against his Blows, but they would through't.
In Magick he was deeply read,
As he that made the Brazen-Head; Is
Profoundly Skilld in the Black Art, ...)
As English Merlin for his Heart;
But far more skilful in the Sphears,
Than he was at the Sieve and Shears.ua
He could transform hiinself in Colour
As like the Devil as a Collier?
As like as Hypocrites in show
Are to true Saints, or Crow to Crow,".
Of Warlike Engines he was Author,
Devis’d for quick Dispatch of Slaughter:
The Cannon, Blunder-buss, and Saker 1.?
He was th' Inventor of and Maker:
The Trumpet, and the Kettle-Drum
Did both froin his Invention come.
He was the first that e'er did teach
To make, and how to stop a Breach
A Lance he bore, with Iron Pike,
Th' one half would thrust, the other strike :