A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes ::

As Boastus all alone in's Hall did walke,
Thus to himselfe, did Boastus brauely talke,
Oh! that old Troye (quoth he) had bene vnsack't,
I would (I trowe) haue made the Gretians pactt.
And this right arme the Troians would haue founde,
Should soone haue beat the Gretians from theire ground.
And then his sworde about his heade he flasheth,
Ah hah quoth he; & then the postes he slasheth.
Then straight he wisheth for great Charlemayne,
Or for that neuer conqer'd Tamberlayne.
Oh! Earth disgorge thy selfe of Allexander,
I long to fight (quoth he) with that Commaunder.
Good Grandam let them but appeare in sight,
That they may once but taste of this armes might.
And then againe too's flashing worke he goes,
Wishing that all those postes were deadly foes.

Would here were Roman Ceasar Romes great King,
I faith (quoth he) I'de make his Cox-combe sing,
And then he foines & strikes, (without all staie)
Stooles, Chaires, Formes, bordes, or what else is in's waie.
Still executing's wrath vppon those men,
Till's angrie wife came in, and rescu'd them
For in shee came, and in her hand a Ladle,
With which shee swing'd him well about the nodle.
And why? alas he rockt not well the cradle.

University of Virginia Library

Satire 61.

[As Boastus all alone in's Hall did walke]