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On Captain Ansa, a bragging Run-away.

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Casimire.

VVhilst timorous Ansa led his Martial Band
'Gainst the Invaders of his Native Land,
Thus he bespake his Men before the Fight:
Courage my Mates, let's dine, for we to Night
Shall Sup (saies he) in Heaven: this having said,
'Soon as the threatning Ensigns were displaid,
And the loud Drums and Trumpets had proclam'd
Defiance 'twixt the Hoasts; he, (who ne'r sham'd
At Loss of Honour) fairly ran away,
When being ask'd, how chance he would not stay
And go along with them to sup in Heaven?
Pardon me Friends (said he) I fast this Even.