For words and promises, that yoke
The conqueror, are quickly broke;
Like Samfon's cuffs, tho' by his own
Direction and advice put on

For if we should fight for the cause

By rules of military laws,

And only do what they call just,
The cause would quickly fall to duft.
This we among ourselves may speak;
But to the wicked or the weak

We must be cautious to declare
Perfection-truths, fuch as thefe are.

This faid, the high outrageous mettle
Of Knight began to cool and fettle.
He lik'd the Squire's advice, and foon
Refolv'd to fee the bus'ness done;

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And therefore charged him first to bind
Crowdero's hands on rump behind,
And to its former place, and ufe,
The wooden member to reduce;
But force it take an oath before,
Ne'er to bear arms against him more.

Ralpho difpatch'd with speedy haste,
And having ty'd Crowdero fast,
He gave Sir Knight the end of cord,
To lead the captive of his sword
In triumph, while the steeds he caught,
And them to further service brought.
The Squire, in state, rode on before,
And on his nut-brown whinyard bore
The trophy-fiddle and the case,
Plac'd on his fhoulder like a mace.

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On Top of this there is a Spire,

On which Jer Knight firft beds the S

At further end of which there stands ibras, an ancient Castle, that commands Sir Squire, Thither arrivd, th adventrous Knight The Fiddle, and its Spoils, the Case, And bold Squire from their Steeds alight In manner of a Trophy, place. PHANT. At houtward Wall near where ftands To Dungeon they the Wretch commit, A Baftile, built t'imprison Hands. And the Survivor of his Feet.

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