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Vid. the renowned History of Don Quixot. Where the Knight was in great Peril by three dreadful Leather-Bottles of Wine, whom after a sore Battle, he at last Valiantly hew'd all to pieces.

As kind as ever in their Life,
As kind they fate as Man and Wife,
O! who among 'em scatter'd Strife;
That Petty fogging Fury?

But this is plainly prov'd by all,
Some Viper to their Hearts did crawl,
And so they'l find it if you call
An Honest Poets Jury.

—'Tis notorious how necessary Actors in any Poetical Murder, or Mischief, a Fury, and a Viper are—Vid. Virg. Ænead. B. 7. p. l. and if I may profane that great Name so much to quote it here, Mr. Cowleys Dav. B. p. l.

Virg.

Huic Dea cæruleis unum de crinibus anguem
Conjicit, inque Sinum præcordia ad intima subdit.

Cowley.

A Groat was dropt upon the Board,
This takes it up, That draws his Sword,
And tells him it must be restor'd,
Or else expect what follows!

Each gives the Lye, and at that Word
Each runs upon the t'other's Sword,
And each, stretcht fairly Under-board,
In Blood and Liquor wallows.

So Aruns, and great Brutus fell,

Livy relates it in Book 1st. Vol. p. 72. [illeg.] the first encounter, Aruns and Brutus both fell dead from their Horses, pierced quite through with one anothers Spears.

And so they fought, thoô scarce so well,
So to Elysium, or to Hell,
They sunk, I know not whether:

So on New-markets Jolly Heath,
The Hawk, and Hearn strugling for Breath
Thô not in Life yet joyn'd in Death:
Come tumbling down together.

The Custom of the Hearn when she sees the Hawk stooping at her, and no way of escape, is to turn her Long Bill upwards, upon which the Hawk not being able to stop, runs it self through, and so both often drop down dead together.

Both grin at their expiring Foe,
With Sword in Fist both Huffing go,
To fright the trembling Shades below,
Bloated with Martial Glory:

Both in the Bed of Honour rest,
With Lawrel boughs, and Garlands dress't,
Perfum'd as sweet as Phenix-Nest:
And there's an end o'th' Story.

Yet take good Counsel, Courteous Friend,
And learn by their untimely End,
Not about Trifles to contend,
Or with another grapple:

Since Carrion-Strife has often wrought,
Such mischiefs as you'd ne're ha' thought,
And murder'd for a Silver Great,
As well's a Golden-Apple.

The Story is worn thed-bare of the Golden Apple which was the cause of the Wars of Troy.