Such were the heavenly double-Dicks,
The sons of Jove and Tyndar

But George he cut the dragon up,

As he had bin duck or windar.

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St.George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Gorgon a twisted adder wore

For knot upon her shoulder:

She kemb'd her hissing periwig,

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And curling snakes did powder.

These snakes they made stiff changelings

Of all the folks they hist on;

They turned barbars into hones,

And masons into free-stone:

Sworded magnetic Amazon

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Her shield to load-stone changes;
Then amorous sword by magic belt
Clung fast unto her haunches.
This shield long village did protect,

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* See the account of Rolricht Stones, in Dr. Plott's Hist. of

Oxfordshire.

Red

Red noses she to rubies turns,

And noddles into bricks :

But George made dragon laxative;

And gave him a bloody flix.

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St.George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Prickt but the wem, and out there came
Heroic guts and garbadge.

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Nor horn, nor whip cou'd wake 'um :

It made them vent both their last blood,

And their last album-grecum.

But the knight gor'd him with his spear,
To make of him a tame one,

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And

And arrows thick, instead of cloves,
He stuck in monster's gammon.
For monumental pillar, that

His victory might be known,

St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Achilles of old Chiron learnt

The great horse for to ride;

H' was taught by th' Centaur's rational part, 305

The hinnible to bestride.

Bright silver feet, and shining face

Had that stout hero's mother;

As rapier 's silver'd at one end,

And wounds you at the other.

Her feet were bright, his feet were swift,

As hawk pursuing sparrow :

Her's had the metal, his the speed

Of Braburn's* silver arrow.

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* Braburn, a gentleman commoner of Lincoln college, gave a silver arrow to be shot for by the archers of the university of Oxford.

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Thetis to double pedagogue

Commits her dearest boy;

Who bred him from a slender twig

To be the scourge of Troy :

But ere he lasht the Trojans, h' was

In Stygian waters steept;

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As birch is soaked first in piss,

When boys are to be whipt.

With skin exceeding hard, he rose
From lake, so black and muddy,

As lobsters from the ocean rise,

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And hen-roosts, says the song;
Carried away both corn and eggs,

Like ants from whence they sprung.

St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Full fatal to the Romans was

The Carthaginian Hanni

bal; him I mean, who gave them such

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A devilish thump at Cannæ :

Moors thick, as goats on Penmenmure,

Stood on the Alpes's front:

Their one-eyed guide*, like blinking mole,

To blinking Hyatt†, when on vile crowd

He merriment does endeavour,

A grumbling in his gizzard.

St. George he was for England; St. Dennis was for France;

Sing, Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Hannibal had but one eye.

A one-eyed fellow, who pretended to make fiddles, as well as play on them; well known at that time in Oxford.

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