Though by Promethean fire made,

As they do quack that drive that trade.

For as when flovens do amifs

At others' doors, by ftool or pifs,

The learned write, a red-hot fpit

B'ing prudently apply'd to it,

Will convey
mifchief from the dung
Unto the part that did the wrong;

So this did healing, and as fure

As that did mifchief, this would cure.
Thus virtuous Orfin was endued
With learning, conduct, fortitude,
Incomparable; and as the prince
Of poets, Homer, fung long fince,
A fkilful leech is better far
Than half a hundred men of war;
So he appear'd, and by his skill,

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No lefs than dint of fword, could kill.
The gallant Bruin march'd next him,

Ver. 238. Unto the part, &c.] Unto the breech, in

the two first editions 1663.

Armed, as heralds, cant and langued,

Or, as the vulgar fay, fharp-fanged:

For as the teeth in beafts of prey

Are fwords, with which they fight in fray,
So fwords, 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,

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Of whom we in Diurnals read,

That serve to fill up pages here,

As with their bodies ditches there.

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Scrimaníky 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 countrymen, the Huns,

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Did stew their meat between their bums

And th' horfes' backs o'er which they straddle,

And every man ate up his faddle;

He was not half so nice as they,

But ate it raw when 't came in 's way.

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He 'ad trac'd the countries far and near,

More than Le Blanc the traveller,

Who writes, he fpous'd in India,
Of noble house, a lady gay,
And got on her a race of worthies
As ftout as any upon earth is.
Full many a fight for him between

Talgol and Orfin oft had been,

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Each

Each striving to deferve the crown

Of a fav'd citizen; the one

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To guard his Bear, the other fought

To aid his Dog; both made more stout
By feveral fpurs of neighbourhood,
Church fellow-membership, and blood;
But Talgol, mortal foe to cows,

Never got aught of him but blows;
Blows hard and heavy, such as he
Had lent, repaid with ufury.

Yet Talgol was of courage ftout,

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And vanquish'd oftener than he fought;

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Inur'd to labour, fweat, and toil,

And, like a champion, fhone with oil:

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:

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Bold Sir George, Saint George, did the Dragon.

Nor

Ver. 299.] A butcher in Newgate-market, who afterwards obtained a captain's commiffion for his rebellious bravery at Nafeby, as Sir R. L'Eftrange obferves.

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-wheel'd chariot,
For daring to profane a thing
So facred with vile bungling.

Next these the brave Magnano came,
Magnano, great in martial fame;
Yet when with Orfin he wag'd fight,
'Tis fung he got but little by 't :
Yet he was fierce as foreft-boar,
Whofe fpoils upon his back he wore,
As thick as Ajax' feven-fold fhield,
Which o'er his brazen arms he held;
But brass was feeble to refift

The fury of his armed fist;

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Nor

Ver. 331.] Simeon Wait a tinker, as famous an Independent preacher as Burroughs; who, with equal blafphemy to his Lord of Holts, would ftyle Oliver Cromwell the Archangel giving battle to the Devil.

Nor could the hardest ir'n hold out

Against his blows, but they would through 't.
In magic he was deeply read,
As he that made the brazen-head;
Profoundly skill'd in the black art,
As English Merlin for his heart;
But far more skilful in the spheres,
Than he was at the fieve and fhears.

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He could transform himself in colour,
As like the devil as a collier;

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As like the hypocrites, in show,

Are to true faints, or crow to crow.
Of warlike engines he was author,
Devis'd for quick difpatch of flaughter:
The cannon, blunderbuss, and faker,
He was th' inventor of, and maker:
The trumpet and the kettle-drum
Did both from his invention come.
He was the firft that e'er did teach

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To make, and how to stop a breach.

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A lance he bore with iron pike,

Th' one half would thruft, the other strike ;

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;

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A bold

Ver. 365.] The daughter of James Spenfer, debauched by Magnano the tinker. So called, because the tinker's wife or miftrefs was commonly called his trull. See "The Coxcomb," a Comedy.