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With solemn phiz, about the fate

Of Troy the gods deliberate;

And long dispute the matter, whether

To joul their loggerheads together,

Or make all farther scuffles cease,

And let them drink and whore in peace.

At last the gods agree nem. con.

To let the rascals squabble on:

Paris then jogs Lycaon's son

To knock poor Menelaus down;

And whilst the honest quack, Machaon,

A plaster spread the wound to lay on,

A dreadful noise of shouts and drumming

Forewarn'd the Greeks that Troy was coming.

The gen'ral now, the troops to settle,

And show himself a man of mettle,

In a great splutter runs about

To call their trusty leaders out,

Swaggers and bounces, kicks and cuffs,

Some serjeants praises, others huffs;

At last the roysters join in battle,

And clubs, and staves, and potlids rattle.