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Set thy tail in a blaze,
TO A BUTTERFLY
I've watch'd you now a full half-hour,
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
THE DRAGON OF WANTLEY
Old stories tell how Hercules
A dragon slew at Lerna,
To see and well discern-a:
Or he ne'er had done it, I warrant ye : But More of More-hall, with nothing at all,
He slew the dragon of Wantley.
This dragon had two furious wings,
Each one upon each shoulder ; With a sting in his tail as long as a flail,
Which made him bolder and bolder. He had long claws, and in his jaws
Four and forty teeth of iron; With a hide as tough as any buff,
Which did him round environ.
Have you not heard how the Trojan horse
Held seventy men in his belly ? This dragon was not quite so big,
But very near, I'll tell ye; Devour'd he poor children three,
That could not with him grapple; And at one sup he ate them up,
As one would eat an apple.
All sorts of cattle this dragon would eat,
Some say he ate up trees,
And that the forests sure he would
Devour up by degrees : For houses and churches were to him geese and
turkies ; He ate all and left none behind, But some stones, dear Jack, that he could not crack,
Which on the hills you will find.
Hard by a furious knight there dwelt;
Men, women, girls, and boys,
And made a hideous noise.
Thou peerless knight of these woods ;
We'll give thee all our goods.
This being done, he did engage
To hew the dragon down ;
Bespeak at Sheffield town;
Of steel so sharp and strong,
Some five or six inches long.
Had you but seen him in this dress,
How fierce he look'd, and how big,
Some Egyptian porcupig:
Each cow, each horse, and each hog:
Some strange, outlandish hedge-hog.
To see this fight all people then
Got up on trees and houses,
But these put on their trousers,
To make him strong and mighty,
And a quart of aqua-vitæ.
It is not strength that always wins,
For wit doth strength excel ;
Creep down into a well,
And so he did in truth;
And kick'd him in the mouth.
Oh, quoth the dragon with a deep sigh,
And turn'd six times together,
Out of his throat of leather :
Would I had seen thee never ; With the thing at thy foot thou hast prick'd my
throat, And I'm quite undone for ever.
Murder, murder, the dragon cried,
Alack, alack, for grief;
Have done me no mischief.
Then his head he shaked, trembled and quaked,
And down he laid and cried ;
THE UNGRATEFUL CUPID
At dead of night, when mortals lose
poor, unhappy child am I,