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HAT you 're a beast and turn'd to grass Is no strange news, nor ever was; At least to me, who once, you know, Did from the pound replevin you, When both your sword and spurs were won In combat by an Amazon: That sword that did, like fate, determine Th' inevitable death of vermin, And never dealt its furious blows. But cut the threads of pigs and cows, By Trulla was, in single fight, Disarm'd and wrested from its Knight,