The half-seal’d eyes and changeful neck he shows,
Where, in its quick’ning colours, vengeance glows;
From red to blue the pendent wattles turn,
Blue mix’d with red, as matches when they burn;
And thus th’ intruding snarler to oppose,
Urged by enkindling wrath, he gobbling goes.
So look’d our hero in his wrath, his cheeks
Flush’d with fresh fires and glow’d in tingling streaks,
His breath by passion’s force awhile restrain’d,
Like a stopp’d current greater force regain’d;