No More Learning

Of his good horn remembers him the peer,
Whose           helpful aye in peril are,
And deems his bugle were the fittest mean
To free the monarch from those birds unclean;

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And first to fill their ears, to king and train,
With melted wax, Astolpho gives command;
That every one who hears the deafening strain
May not in panic terror fly the land.