Dares ycleped, and old Entellus,
Who, with a pair of iron mittens,
Attack’d each other, like true Britons.
Entellus, stout as Hob the giant,
Made horrid work, you may rely on’t;
Exceeding mightiest verse or prose deed,
Knock’d out two teeth, and made his nose bleed!
And now, with desperate trocar,
Urge on the dreadful “tug of war;”
And, having punch’d them in the crop, say