no ^ESOPS FABLES. At laft known Valour up he rows'd again, More hopes by fight There was,than flight; What's won by Arms, by Force he muft maintain. Then to the Battel did the Hart advance, The Horfe a Man brings, with a mighty Launce Longer than th' others Creft : The manner of the fight is chang'd, he feels No more the Horfes hoof, and ill-aim'd heels; They charge now breaft to breaft. Two tooneods 'gainft Hercules; the Hart, Though ftrong and flout, Could not hold out, But flys, and muft from Conquer'd Realms depart. Nor longer could the Horfe his joy contain, But with loud Neighs, and an ere&ed Main, Triumpheth after fight ; When to the Souldier mounted on his back, Feeling him heavy now, the Beaft thus fpake; Be pleas'd good Sir to light. Since you reftor'd to me my father's feat, And got the day, |f! ii.' Receive your Pay, And to your City joyfully retreat. Then faid the Man This Sadie which you wear Coft more than all the Lands we conquer'd here, Befidc this burniuYd Bit, Your ielf^ and all you have, too little are If;;:.' To clecr m' engagements in this mighty War; Till that's paid, here I'll fit : And