We call them men—our bruisers to excite, }
And urge with bribing gold, and feed them for the fight? }
Men beyond common strength, of giant size,
And threat’ning terrors in each other’s eyes;
When in their naked, native force display’d, 50
Look answers look, affrighting and afraid;
While skill, like spurs and feeding, gives the arm
The wicked power to do the greater harm.
Maim’d in the strife, the falling man sustains
Th’ insulting shout, that aggravates his pains—