Fab. XF. Of the Boar and the Afs. THe^preferr'd from toil, and tedious roads; Labours no more now under packs and loads: That Goddefs blind ToAfTeskind, Gave him Trapings, and a golden Sadie; With the Horfe he prances, with the Ape he modes, And fpends his time in fidle fadle. His once fhort Main is powder'd,curl'd, and dri'd; He wears Heart breakers too with Ribands tide ^ No more he brays, But lowdly neighs Love Verfes., Madrigals and Fancies Tofomeme-^j-hisMiftrefs; by her fide No Hobby-horfe more proudly dances. The warlike Boar who never knew to yeild, Who oft with Blood, and Foam,had dy'd the field, Though round beiet And in the Net Would break through Hounds, like tamer Cattel, Charge Horfe, and Man, Spear, Sword, and Shield, This beaft^ th' Afs challenged tobattel. Sir, I have heard a Souldier's horfe well mod, His Arms, his Sword, and Piftol, are his God; And you I know Have/een the Foe, By your BufF-jerkin,and your Briftles : 'Tis like the paths of Honour you have trod, Where Rofes do not grow,but Thirties. Fortune