The Complaisant companion, or, New jests, witty reparties, bulls, rhodomontado's, and pleasant novels

His Conclusion.

I never yet could meet that daring He, Durst whisper, any yet hath Conque'rd me. I've faught the Champions of the Earth all round, And either ssew, or made them quit their ground. From Pole to Pole, such mighty things I've done. That from all Hero's I their glory won. Yet still I must act more, that lab'ring Fame May reel, and tire, nay sink to bear my Name. Where ere I go, my presence Conquest brings; My single hand, can sway the Fate of Kings. I've Ensignes snatcht, oft from an Armies head, And at my feet laid prostrate Gyants dead. Out Hector'd Champions, and out foam'd wild Bores, Out Bluster'd Billows, breaking on the shores; Out fought Briar••us with his hundred hands; Out walk the Tigers on the Arabian Sands; Out lightned Lightning, and out thundred Thunder. Out did great Mars in field, and out vy'd wonder; Astonisht ages from these deeds shall learn, Which way I move, that way the world shall turn. If y'are with this not satisfy'd enough, I'le of my valour give you further proof. I by an Host surrounded was in field, Whose General cry'd fight not stout man, but yield. I daunted not, rush'd in, and with one swing, Before my ••••et I laid his breathless King.

At which a neighb'ring Prince his quarrel took; From his broad shoulders his proud head I strook, So quick, the head after it fell, it curst, The next advanc'd whose Fate was like the first: Him I beheaded so most vig'rously That with the force, his falling head kil'd three, Then being beset with an united power, With my long Sword next pass I thrust through four. With Carkasses I made long-Lanes; and to be short, In four hours space I made this bloody sport. Here scattered Swords, there woods of Lances stood Here heaps of bodies lay, there streams of blood. With open mouth, there lay a gasping head As if it thirsted for the blood it shed. Here a lopt head cut capers, as ift 'twood Have danc't up to the Shoulders, where it stood. There lay dismemberd arms in their own gore, Which graspt, and stretcht to reach the Swords they bore When I'de done all, and heaps on heaps compil'd I fairly turnd about my self, and smil'd. How ill these mortals manag'd their command, Although all Hero's, nothing in my hand. Since none can kill me, I my self must doom, And call upon the gods to make me room.