For the Turk's teeth stuck faster than a skewer,
And left him 'midst the invalid and maimed:
The regimental surgeon could not cure
His patient, and, perhaps, was to be blamed
More than the head of the inveterate foe,
Which was cut off, and scarce even then let go.
LXXXVI.
But then the fact's a fact—and 't is the part
Of a true poet to escape from fiction
Whene'er he can; for there is little art