My Eyes, and asked my Action too;
As Justness prompted, forth I ran
Resolv’d to show myself a Man;
And, plucking forth an oaken Bough,
I ran like Guy to fight the Cow,
And, like a valiant Champion, fixed
Myself the Maids and Cows betwixt.
And, tho’ I had not breath to say,
‘Run, Ladies, for the Stile away!’ 80
Yet doubtless, with a warlike Grace,