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68 This warrior, against arms more stern Than Morvyth wields, his fame must earn! Were he—as oft he boasts in sighs— A man of martial enterprise, With goodly shaft and steady bow His love and chivalry he’d shew!

dainty thief, with dusky tail, Wouldst thou on choicest food regale— In lonely grove romantic dine— To Dol thy lordly limbs incline! Plump ducks thy crafty taste have fed (As well thy dignity becomes);