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NYMPHIDIA.
And puts him on a coat of mail,Which was [form'd] of a fishes scale,That, when his foe should him assail, No point should be prevailing.His rapier was a hornets sting,It was a very dangerous thing;For if he chanc'd to hurt the king, It would be long in healing.
His helmet was a beetles head,Most horrible and full of dread,That able was to strike one dead, Yet it did well become him:And, for a plume, a horses hair,Which, being tossed by the air,Had force to strike his foe with fear And turn his weapon from him.
Himself he on an ear-wig set,Yet scarce he on his back could get,So oft and high he did curvet, Ere he himself could settle:He made him turn, and stop, and bound,To gallop, and to trot the round,He scarce could stand on any ground, He was so full of mettle.
