Homer alamode, the second part, in English burlesque, or, A mock-poem upon the ninth book of Iliads

THE Argument.

ONce on a time the Greek Gurmudgeons, Were soundly banged by the Trojans; But an old Gypsie, called Nox, Sav'd the Rogues ears from further knocks: But lousie Greeks in terrour micle, Being scap'd, soon call'd a Conventicle. There, while Atrides doth perswade His bold Dragoons homeward to wade, 'Cause Jove made such a deadly pester; Tydides, and old Crump-back'd Nestor, Stood up and swore it should not be: Then driveling Nestor (do you see?) After he had well supt and bowzed To th' Jury this Advice proposed: That some good Beadles should be sent Forthwith unto Achilles Tent,

To move by words, (not Sword or Hanger) That he should straight depose his Anger. But he, an ill-bred Clown, they say, For all their Nauls did still cry nay: And having play'd at Cards one game, Sent 'um home like Fools as they came. This doughty Message being told To th' Greeks, they think it very bold; Some their Mustachoes stroke and stare, Some weep, while others curse and swear; Some wash away sad thoughts with Nectar, While others at Achilles Hector: Thus for a while, Great Sir, they keep; Then fall (like men of War) to sleep.