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We’ll beat a drum, and they’ll all follow. 
A drum! (quoth Phoebus;) troth, that’s true;
A pretty invention, quaint and new. 
But though of voice and instrument
We are the undoubted president, 190
We such loud music don’t profess: 
The Devil’s master of that office,
Where it must pass, if’t be a drum;
He’ll sign it with Cler.  Parl.  Dom.  Com. 
To him apply yourselves, and he 195
Will soon dispatch you for his fee. 
They did so; but it prov’d so ill,
Th’ had better let ’em grow there still. 
But to resume what we discoursing
Were on before, that is, stout ORSIN:  200
That which so oft, by sundry writers,
Has been applied t’ almost all fighters,
More justly may b’ ascrib’d to this
Than any other warrior, (viz.)
None ever acted both parts bolder, 205
Both of a chieftain and a soldier. 
He was of great descent and high
For splendour and antiquity;
And from celestial origine
Deriv’d himself in a right line. 210
Not as the ancient heroes did,
Who, that their base-births might be hid,
(Knowing they were of doubtful gender,
And that they came in at a windore)
Made Jupiter himself and others 215
O’ th’ gods, gallants to their own mothers,
To get on them a race of champions,
(Of which old Homer first made Lampoons.)
ARCTOPHYLAX, in northern spheres
Was his undoubted ancestor:  220
From him his great forefathers came,
And in all ages bore his name. 
Learned he was in med’c’nal lore;
For by his side a pouch he wore,
Replete with strange Hermetic powder, 225
That wounds nine miles point-blank wou’d solder;
By skilful chemist, with great cost,
Extracted from a rotten post;
But of a heav’nlier influence
Than that which mountebanks dispense; 230
Tho’ by Promethean fire made, <>
As they do quack that drive that trade. 
For as when slovens do amiss
At others doors, by stool or piss,
The learned write, a red-hot spit 235
B’ing prudently apply’d to it,
Will convey mischief from the dung
Unto the part that did the wrong,
So this did healing; and as sure
As that did mischief this would cure. 240

Thus virtuous ORSIN was endu’d
With learning, conduct, fortitude,
Incomparable:  and as the prince
Of poets, Homer sung long since
A skilful leech is better far 245
Than half an hundred men of war,
So he appear’d; and by his skill,
No less than dint of sword, cou’d kill