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CANTO II.] And, when these fail'd, he'd suck his claws, And quarter himself upon his paws. And tho' his countrymen, the Huns, Did stew their meat between their bums And th' horses' backs o'er which they straddle, And every man ate up his saddle; He was not half so nice as they, But ate it raw when't came in's way. He had traced countries far and near, More than Le Blanc the traveller; Who writes, he 'spoused in India, Of noble house, 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 Orsin oft had been. Each striving to deserve the crown Of a saved 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, repaid with usury.
 * Yet Talgol was of courage stout,

And vanquish'd oft'ner than he fought; Inured to labour, sweat, and toil, And like a champion, shone with oil.