The Battle Between the Rats and the Weazles
In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met,
And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set:
An ancient Quarrel had such Hatred wrought,
That for Revenge, as for Renown, they fought.
Now bloody was the Day, and hard the Strife,
Wherein bold Warriors lost neglected Life;
But as, some Errors still we must commit,
Nor Valour always ballanc’d is by Wit;
Among the Rats some Officers appear’d,
With lofty Plumage on their Foreheads rear’d,
Unthinking they, and ruin’d by their Pride:
For when the Weazles prov’d the stronger Side,
A gen’ral Rout befell, and a Retreat,
Was by the Vanquish’d now implor’d of Fate;
To slender Crannies all repair’d in haste,
Where easily the undress’d Vulgar past:
But when the Rats of Figure wou’d have fled,
So wide those branching Marks of Honour spread,
The Feather in the Cap was fatal to the Head.
