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And when their Forces he had join'd,
He scorn'd to turn his Parts behind.
He Trulla lov’d, Trulla more bright
Than burnish'd Armour of her Knight:
A bold Virago stout and tall
As Joan of France, or English Mall
Through Perils both of Wind and Limb,
Through thick and thin she follow'd him,
In ev'ry Adventure h’undertook,
And never him or it forfook.
At Breach of Wall, or Hedge Surprize,
She shar'd i'th' Hazard and the Prize :
At beating Quarters up, or Forage,
Behav'd her self with inatchless Courage,
And laid about in Fight more busily,
Than th’ Amazonian Daine, Penthefile.
And tho' some Criticks here cry Shame,
And say our Authors are to blame.
That (spight of all Philosophers,
Who hold no Females stout, but Bears;
And heretofore did fo abhor
Their Women should pretend to War ;-
They would not suffer the stoutst Dame
To swear by Hercules his Name,)
Make feeble Ladies in their Works,
To fight like Termagants and Turks ;
To lay their Native Arms aside,
Their Modesty, and ride a-stride 3
To run a-tilt at Men, and wield:
Their naked Tools in open Field;
As stout Armida, bold Thalestris,
And she that would have been the Mistress
Of Gundibert, but he had Grace,
And rather took a Country Lass :
They say 'tis false, without all Sense,
Put of peruricious Consequerice
To Government, which they suppose
Can never be upheld in Profe:
Strip Nature naked to the Skin,
You'll find about her no such thing.
It may be so, yet what we tell
Of Trulla, that's improbable,
Shall be depos’d by those have seen't,
Or, what's as good, produc'd in Print:
And if they will not take our Word,
We'll prove it true upon Record.
The upright Cerdon next advanc't,
Of all his Race the Valiant'st:
Cerdon the great, renowii’d in Song,
Like Herc'les, for Repair of Wrong:
He rais’d the Low, and fortify’d
The Weak against the strongest Side;
Ill has he read, that never hit
On him, in Muses deathless Writ.
He had a Weapon keen and fierce,
That thro’a Bull-hide Shield would pierce,
And cut it in a thousand Pieces,
Tho' tougher than the Knight of Greece his
3 With whom his black-thumb'd Ancestor Was Comerade in the ten Years War: For when the restless Greeks fate down So many Years before Troy Town, And were Renown'd, as Homer writes, For well foald Boots, no less than Fights? They ow'd that Glory only to His Ancestor, that made them fo.
Fast Friend he was to Reformation,
Untill 'twas worn quite out of fashion.
Next Rectifier of Wry Law,
And would make three to cure one Flaw.
Learned he was, and could take Note,
Transcribe, Collect, Translate aud Quote.
But Preaching was his chiefest Talent,
Or Argument, in which b'ing valiant,
He us'd to lay about and stickle,
Like Ram, or Bull, at Conventicle :
For Disputants like Rams and Bulls,
Do fight with Arms that spring from Scullso
Last Colon came, bold Man of War,
Destin'd to Blows by Fatal Star;
Right expert in Command of Horse,
But cruel, and without Remorse.
That which of Centaur long ago
Was said, and has been wrested to
Some other Knights, was true of this,
He and his Horse were of a piece.
One Spirit did inform them both,
The self-fame Vigour, Fury, Wroth:
Yet he was much the rougher Part,
And always had a harder Heart
Although his Horse had been of those
That fed on Man's Elesh, as Fame goes,
Strange Food for Horse! and yet alas,
be true, for Flesla is Grafs. .
Sturdy he was, and no less able
Than Hercules to cleanse a Stable ;
As great a Drover, and as great
A Critick too in Hog or Neat,
He ripp'd the Womb up of his Mother,
Dame Tellus, 'cause she wanted Fother,
And Provender wherewith to feed
Himself, and his less-cruel Steed.
It was a Question whether He
Or's Horse were of a Family
More worshipfull: Till Antiquaries
( After th’ad almost por'd out their Eyes)
Did very learnedly decide
The Business on the Horse's side,
And prov'd not only Horse, but Cows,
Nay Pigs, were of the elder House: