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Backs the Elephant or advances,

Stands aside as 'twere an ambush;

As the Queen's way, so is his way,

But o'er him she hath advantage,

He stands only in the third rank.

Swift the Horse is in the battle,

Moving on a crooked pathway;

Ways of his are ever crooked;

Mid the Squares, three form his limit.

Straight the Wind moves o'er the war-path

In the field across or lengthwise;

Ways of crookedness he seeks not,

But straight paths without perverseness.

Turning every way the King goes,

Giving aid unto his subjects;

In his actions he is cautious,

Whether fighting or encamping.

If his foe come to dismay him,