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About the field; but doe not strictly knowThat they were shed by fury of that blow.This they affirme; the Turkey in his lookeExpress'd how much, he it unkindly tooke,That wanting food; our Ieff'ry would not let him,Enjoy awhile the privilege to eat him:His Taile he spreads, jets back; then turnes agen;And fought, as if, for th'honour of his Hen:Ieff'ry retorts each stroke; and then cryes; MaugerThy strength, I will dissect thee like an Augure!But who of mortall race, deserves to writeThe next encounter in this bloudy fight?Wisely didst thou (O Poet of Anchusin;)Stay here thy Pen, and lure thy eager Muse in;Envoking Mars, some halfe an houre at least,To helpe thy fury onward with the rest:For Ieff'ry strait was throwne; whilst saint, and weake,The cruell Foe, assaults him with his Beake.A Lady-Midwife now, he there by chanceEspy'd, that came along with him from France:A heart nours'd up in War; that ne're beforeThis time (quoth he) could bow, now doth implore:

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