And falsed oft his blowes, t’illude him with such bayt.
Like as a Lyon, whose imperiall powre x
A prowd rebellious Vnicorne defies,
T’auoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowre
Of his fiers foe, him to a tree applies,
And when him running in full course he spies,
He slips aside; the whiles that furious beast
His precious horne, sought of his enimies[587],
Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast[588],
But to the mighty victour yields a bounteous feast.