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He grunts not long nor welters in his Gore,
E'r his griev'd Soul finds out the new-made Door.
No sooner Bogrill had the Loss beheld,
But black Revenge his angry Bosom swell'd.
Collecting all his Force, and straining oft
The Monarch brandish'd with his Arms aloft
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$A wild, unhandy, ragged Peble-stone,
Which crushing Sculk athwart the Shoulder-bone,
Scarce left him a Reprieve to fetch a Groan.
His Son black Carrotscoop at Bogrill's Groin
Enrag'd took aim, nor mist of his Design.
No sooner the Disaster Wamble knew,
But to the Water parrying he withdrew,
While Carrotscroop prest on, 'till Wamble reels
Into the Ditch, and pulls him in by th' Heels.
Immerst their Blows the hardy Champions ply,
And Stripes of Crimson the Mæotis dye,
'Till truss'd along the Margin of the Flood
Lay Wamble, and the Mousling in the Mud.

So when young Spaniel sent by clam'rous Boys
A rough Athenian Fowl in Pond annoys,
The Philosophick Bird with Beak and Claw
Returns his keen Salutes of Tooth and Paw.
Now yelping Pups prevails, now hooting Madge,
And Plumes and curling Locks bestrow the liquid Stage.

Poppin at further distance from the Brook,
Assail'd sage Butterbeard and Pris'ner took.

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