OF S FABLES. %' Yet from the orbed Bisket fell a fiice, Which neer the Lift was fnapp'd up in a trice. Here the Crum-pctyng King puts in a ftuck., With a bright needle, his ftiffSpanijh Tuck; (ma\ . Which pierc'd Frogmoretoris skin ^rough's Dragon's Rage doubles, then the Flag becomes a Flail; And on his Thimble Cask ftruck fuch a heat, That Mouflayha was forced to retreat: Not ftruck with fear, but from his hole to fling Allured vengeance on the Diving King. Seven times he {allies forth, as oft retir'd; But now both Champions, with like fury nYd, Lay offall cunning, Icorning to defend, Strength, Rage, and Fortune mud the Battel end : There was no interim; fo the Cyclop beat When Mars his Arms require a fecond heat; Though lowder the JEtnzan Cavern rores Blows had for death now made a thouland dorcs, As many more for life toiffueout. But here among our Authors (prints a doubt: Some in this mighty combate, dare averr Both Champions fainting, Symptoms fliew'd of fear In a cold lweat FrngmoretonD almoft choak'd With heat & duft,ga(p d thrice-and three times croak'd. And .Mw//?tfp/^,beftcw'd in blood and fweat, As oft cry'd Peep,and made no flow retreat. To thefe Detradors, iince I am provok'd, I fay 'tis falfe; this peep'd not, nor that croak'd. Hiftorians feign, but truth the Poet lings; Some Writers ftill afperfe the beft of Kings. While thus the Battel ftood, the Kytim Prince Had from lowd croaks and cries intelligence Of this great Fight; then to himfelf did lay, What mighty matter's in the Marjh to day ! Then