To whom the Lion laid Sir, you and I, Could ne'r decide our Strength by Vidory Let us difpute and it by Logick try. Then faid the Woodman, Let us wave Difpute, Antiquity fhall do't, Behold Maufolm Tomb, And then be mute If the World's Wonder by Example thee confute There let us take our Doom. This faid, they to the Monument did come, Where ftreight he fhew'd him by rare Artifts made A Lions head in a Man's bofbm laid. This no fufficient proof the Lion faid. Could we,as well as you,our Stories cut, We might, and /uftly, put Your lying heads beneath Our conquering foot: From partial P entail Truth hath been for everjhut. Where I firft drew my breath, I heard a Carthaginian at his death, The Roman Nation moft perfidious call; Crying out, by Treafbn they contriv'd the Fall Of them, and their great Captain Hannibal. Moral. Through agrofs Medium by refraBed Beams Hifiorians Friends appear :ftillin extrearns The wrong end of the PerfpeBive muftjhew In little, the great ABions of their Foe. S 2 FA!