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CANTO I.] 'Tis sung, there is a valiant Mamaluke In foreign land, yelep'd ——— To whom we have been oft compared For person, parts, address, and beard; Both equally reputed stout, And in the same Cause both have fought. 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 With brisk attempt, and putting on; With ent'ring manfully and urging; Not slow approaches, like a virgin. This said, as erst the Phrygian knight, So ours, with rusty steel did smite 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, With brandish'd tail and blast of wind. So have I seen, with armed heel, A wight bestride a Common-weal,