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46 The Squire advanced with greater speed Than could b' expected from his steed; But far more in returning made; For now the foe he had survey'd, Ranged, as to him they did appear, With van, main battle, wings, and rear. I' th' head of all this warlike rabble, Crowdero march'd, expert and able. Instead of trumpet, and of drum, That makes the warrior's stomach come, Whose noise whets valour sharp, like beer By thunder turn'd to vinegar; For if a trumpet sound, or drum beat, Who has not a month's mind to combat? A squeaking engine he applied Unto his neck, on north-east side, Just where the hangman does dispose, To special friends, the fatal noose: For 'tis great grace, when statesmen straight Despatch a friend, let others wait. His warped ear hung o'er the strings, Which was but souse to chitterlings: