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He marched with beaver cocked of bishop's brim.
And hid much fraud under an aspect grim.

Next do the lawyers, sordid band, appear.
Finch in the front, and Thurland in the rear. .

The troop of privilege, a rabble bare
Of debtors deep, fell to Trelawney's care ;



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Their fortune's error thej supplied in rage,
Nor any farther would than these engage.

Then inarched the troop, whose valiant acts
before
Their public acts, obliged them to do more,
For chimney's sake they all Sir Pool obeyed.
Or, in his absence, him that first it laid.

Then came the thrifty troop of privateers.
Whose horses each with other interferes :
Before them Higgins rides with brow compact,
Mourning his countess, anxious for his act

Sir Frederick and Sir Solomon draw lots.
For the command of politics and Scots ;
Thence fell to words ; but quarrels to adjourn,
Their friends agreed they should command by turn.

Carteret the rich did the accountants guide.
And in ill English all the world defied.

The papists (but of those the house had none,
Else) Talbot offered to have led them on.

Bold Duncotob next, of the projectors chief,
And old Fitz Harding of tlie eaters beef.
Late and disordered out tlie drunkards drew,
Scarce them their leaders, \\wy their leaders knew.



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Before them entered, equal in command,
Apslej and Brotherick marching hand in hand.

Last then but one, Powel, that could not ride
Left the French standard weltering in his stride ;
He, to excuse his slowness, truth confessed,
That 'twas so long before he could be dressed.

The lords' sons last all these did reenforcc,
Cornburj before them managed hobby-horse.

Never before nor since an host so steeled
Trooped on to muster in the Tuttle-field.

Not the first cock-horse that with cork was

shod
To rescue Albemarle from the sea-cod :
Nor the late feather-man, whom Tomkins fierce
Shall with one breath like thistle down disperse.
All the two Coventrys their generals chose.
For one had much, the other nought to lose.
Not better choice all accidents could hit.
While hector Harry steere by Will the wit.
They both accept the charge with merry glee.
To fight a battle from all gunshot free.
Pleased with their numbers, yet in valour wise.
They feigned a parley, better to surprise,
They who ere long shall the rude Dutch

upbraid,
Who in a time of treaty dare invade.



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Thick was the morning, and the house was

thin,
The speaker early, when they all fell in.