And wound a Fidler: we have both
Of these the objects of our Wroth,
And equal Fame and Glory from
Th' Attempt or Victory to come.
'Tis sung, There is a valiant Marmaluke895 In foreign Land, yclep'd----2
To whom we have been oft compar'd
For Person, Parts, Address and Beard:
Both equally reputed stout,
And in the same Cause both have fought. 900 He oft in such Attempts as these
Came off with glory and success.
Nor will we fail in th' execution,
For want of equal Resolution.
Honour is, like a Widow, won 905 With brisk Attempt and putting on;
With ent'ring manfully, and urging;
Not slow approaches, like a Virgin.
This said, as once the Phrygian Knight,
So ours, with rusty steell, did smite 910 His Trojan Horse, and just as much
He mended pace upon the touch;
But from his empty stomach groan'd
Just as that hollow Beast did sound,
And angry answer'd from behind, 915 With brandish'd Tail and blast of Wind.
So have I seen with armed heel,
A Wight bestride a Commonweal;
Whil'st still the more he kick'd and spurr'd,
The less the sullen Jade has stirr'd. 920
CLORIS, I cannot say your Eyes
Did my unwary Heart surprize;
Nor will I swear it was your Face,
of Poetical Works, ed. Ayloffe, 1707.